Challenge Topic! What Is Your Favorite Thing In The Whole World? GO!!!!!

Okay, well, super-boringly I have to skip my first six favorite things because they're my yams and anybody who knows anything about me already knows that.

So what's the competition for seventh-favorite-thing-in-the-whole-world?

BRAINSTORM SESH!

Games!

Music!

Air drumming!

Thuh nazstyyy!

Star Warses and Marvelses!

Lying on a blanket at night looking up at the stars with somebody I love!

Specific games! Like ...

HeroScape!

DragonBane!

Dungeon Crawl Classics!

Mothership!

Reading stuff, like ...

My boyfriend's books!

My girlfriends' blogs!

Manga!

Directions on the back of the margarita mix!

Okay, okay, I think that's enough options.

So what do I pick?

AIR DRUMROLL, PLEASE!!!

DRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-POW!

The answer is: ME!

Faked you out, right? (Specially after last post when I said I wasn't going to blog about myself anymore!)

Thing is, though, if you're going to do life right, somewhere near the top of your list has got to be you.

I don't mean you've got to be the most important thing in your life, or the thing you spend the most time on -- and I definitely don't mean the thing you spend the most time thinking about.

But you need to be way up there as one of your favorites or how can you be happy?

You gotta appreciate yourself. There's nobody like you!

So that's my answer. Right after my six yams, I'm my seventh-favoritest thing in the world. There you go.

Sashanatashalaspicykiolbasa, out!

What if ...

Just hear me out here, people.

What if blogging by myself isn't really all that much my thing?

Let me pause a sec and see if I hear a big I CALL BULLSHIT! from anywhere.

Okay, I didn't, but now I'm really bugged by the actual shit color I used for "I call bullshit" there. Dang, kabang, what a gross color.

Get it together, Sash!

Sorry, folks, seems like I can't even write a blogging-in-crisis post for shit. DO I SUCK AT THIS?

I mean, I went back just before starting this post and reread a whole bunch of this blog, and there's some pretty good stuff in there and all, but SO MUCH FUCKING RAMBLING!

Yeah, most of the posts have some style and Va-VOOM to them, but it's like ...

Why do I not have anything really to say in most of them?

There was that one where my boyfriend called me his most mysterious girlfriend, told me he kept learning all these new things about me, so how exactly am I not living up to that here?

IS MY BOYFRIEND AN IDIOT?!?

I mean, I know it's not that. He's awesome-floss! (Meaning he, like, helps you have a bright sparkly smile, and I think it's a good habit to do him after every meal, you know?)

But if I'm so full of mystery and depths, why isn't it coming out here?

Anyway, I'm here thinking about all this and that's when the big question came up.

Am I maybe forcing myself to do this because I let my yams force me into making a blog when really it's just not my jam?

Or ...

Do I just not know who I'm writing this for or why?

Guys, I am not somebody in need of a big heap o self discovery.

My life ROCKS.

I love being me!

Maybe that's what I need to write about. Not the "being me" part, but all the reasons my life rocks so hard.

My yams!

Our hobbies!

Rainbows and moonlight and KRA-KOWWWW thunderstorms!

Maybe I've been dope-tastically trying to write about me here so much, I haven't been writing about much of the stuff that actually interests me. Makes me laugh. Makes me happy. Makes me shoot rootbeer out my nose at the worst moment!

Okay. I think maybe I've got a strategy going here.

Check in next time and see if I'm working it right.

SASHA!!!