If you can't appreciate this post, it probably means you have a life.

I go through phases in which I watch a specific show almost every day. When TLC was cool, I remember really liking Trading Spaces. And this past summer while in my post-college slump, I chose to watch the three hours of Wife Swap on Lifetime from 1-4 each day.


However, most of the time I trend towards crime shows. Currently: Criminal Minds.


It’s become a problem. Here are some of the reasons why:

• I know what unsub means
• I am convinced that some of my neighbors are criminals because I profiled them based on when they pick up their newspaper, if the stutter when we speak, how fast they drive their car and what verb they use to describe the weather.
• I wonder if people know where I am/what I was wearing when I leave just in case I go missing
• And I am aware of EVERYTHING. And by aware I mean scared. And by everything I mean the little old man on the bike path out for his afternoon exercise because I know all too well that he might have a strapping, young, not-so-smart son waiting behind a tree to do the heavy lifting.

Plus, I am completely in love with this guy:

S.A. Sandi Hensel, Signing off.

This is Why My Tweets are Only About Charlie Sheen

I am not a writer. This is how I know its true:

I can only write when something really inspires me or annoys me.

I can't write when something annoys me so much it is the only thing I can think about.

For example, there has been a particular topic that has been nagging at my insides for about a week now. While trying to look for people doing dumb things to share with the world, this particular topic kept stifling my creativity.

So, yesterday I wrote a blog about it titled "The Twitter Star." Which I did not post.

Why, you may ask?

I had clearly let this one fester for a little to long - it was very mean spirited and way too targeted at a particular person. And because I didn't post it, I have yet to express my excessive hatred, leaving me
still roadblocked and left only to write about writing and to tweet only about Charlie Sheen.

So, in hopes to diffuse some of the tension in my soul, here is the last line of my last blog post:


"You don't even have a verified account, doosh."


Maybe I should consider talking to someone.