This has been the most frustrating annoying horrible day. I am really and truly upset. On a really small level, some woman is out in the bloggosphere claiming that I’m not real and that I’m just an airhead. Okay, I might be dippy sometimes, and I’ve messed up at work on occasion, but who hasn’t screwed-up at work from time to time. In general I work really hard and I was only late for work once and I’ve never been late since. I work really hard for FREE.
And I’m sick of people telling me that I post too much information about my life. Well, you know what? It’s my life, I can post as much as I want. And if sometimes I only talk about the annoying things, or the really good things, or the explicit things, it’s because that’s what I want to talk about at that moment. I’m not doing it to be stereotypical or clichéd or like a chick lit novel. This is simply my life. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I blog because it’s cathartic, and it makes me feel better.
I’m doing this anonymously; I’ve changed enough things that people shouldn’t be positive who I am, and who cares if they do figure it out. So the fuck what.
But anyway, this woman’s opinion is completely moot, because her blog is just one small tiny little flick in my enormously sucky life. I’m going back to London tomorrow anyway, so Notes from the Intern will be dead after today. So who gives a shit what she thinks.
I’ve just logged on to tell everyone what happened and why I’m leaving Glasgow, but to be honest I just don’t feel like blogging about it. Usually blogging makes me feel better, but right now I don’t want to even talk about what happened. I’m sick of all the knob jockies ruining my life, and I’m sick of everyone screwing me over. I just want to go home.
If I feel like it, I’ll post a blog tomorrow letting everyone know what happened with MNM, my life, the universe and everything. Or maybe I won’t. I don’t know. I need to go look up train times.