The Cosmopolitan Girl

A conversation a few weeks ago led to one of my friends commenting to me that my stories always sound like something out of cosmo. She then told me, "you should have a blog!" I was like... duh, I do! I don't think my escapades of infatuation, awkward sexual moments, and shameful drama are that which my blog readers would enjoy or more imporantly, I would feel like sharing. I could tell the stories... but then why would I have specific close friends to spill my guts to? And really, even though I would tell even a stranger most of the details of my life, I don't find them necessary pieces of information. For this friend, that's what we talk about though. It's weird because we aren't exactly best friends, but we both know things that each other's best friends don't know.
I guess I could start leaving really juicy stories... tell ppl to read them and work up an audience, but knowing what kind of attention that would bring... I think I'll stick to my random thoughts that just pop into my head... not dramatic details of a life that I hardly enjoy.