jane seymour is hot

well, its a rather quiet thursday afternoon. after a day of shopping with kim (and little cousin megan), i am back in jarrod's basement, chilling out and watching Wedding Crasher's. which i have never seen even though i don't seem to be living under a rock...but better late than not at all. and can i just say that right now, i am liking the angsty twenty two year old son? but back to the shopping, i spent relatively little. and i say relatively because, yes, i have had larger shopping days. but, the bank account suffered...oh well, c'est la vie, right?

in my quest to find amusement online, i have turned to google's blog search. and of course, since the funniest blogs seem to be about a) dating, b) sex, and c) partying, those are the terms i searched by. sure enough, several blogs that fit my criteria were found. the thing is: these blogs are not as clever as what i was expecting (which was more the clever and amusing tone of It seemed like a good idea at the time...which is actually written by an acquaintance of mine while i lived in Belgium. i point this out becuase she's not a "professional" blogger, just someone with a great sense of word play) but are actually out and out explicit. single men and women giving very specific details of sexual adventures while using wonderful code names, a la The Teacher (Sex, Sports & the Single Guy) or Red Beard (I am, therefore I Date). they made me blush, i do believe. it turns out that i just might be more old fashioned (and i use that with all its negative connotation) than i thought.

Still, they are blogs that i would be absolutly embarrassed should anyone outside of my partner be reading. (if they are true. perhaps the authors and their friends just sit around and bust their guts laughing at the shit people will believe...). on one hand, i feel like they are doing something remarkable and on the other, i feel like they should be ashamed. are these really the moments you want to share with other people? Shouldn't these be the most private moments of life? i mean, i talk about relationships as much as any other girl, but i leave out the specifics. some things are: private. until the blog. that crazy undefinable beast. they certainly don't write anything that cannot be found in a standard romance novel or playboy magazine, and indeed, are often more clever and observant than other things that have been published.

i like blogs because they expose to everyone the wide wide spread of human thoughts. (suddenly i am reminded that the Internet is one of the reasons why child pornography is so rampant.) then i get all annoyed with myself. and the ones that make me think, or laugh, are the ones that i will continue to read and tell my friends about. just like my standard celebrity blogs. i guess its just an extension of living vicariously. now, i am blogging vicariously. don't worry: i won't follow their lead. i am much too PG for that. or, perhaps, just cowardly. and