new jersey delli

TWINKLE TWINKLE

Interestingly, the star, or what's left of it anyway, shines bright.

So, how do you measure up?

ABCD EH

I'm a few credits shy of a diploma.

How do you measure up?

COLD TURKEY

Impulsive.  A friend hit the proverbial nail on its head when she called me as such.  Because that's exactly what I was, and did, when I decided to delete my friendster profile and blog.  I dunno exactly what put sense into my head. Maybe it was the mojito I had that night, or just the pesky pop-up ad that just wouldn't let me be until I had availed of a free iphone. (I think it's the pop-up ad that did it, because if there's one thing that really gets my goat, it's disgusting pop-ups.  And junk mails.  And forwarded e-mails.)

Funny how minutes after I had wiped out my blog, I began to experience a certain feeling of panic.  Deleting my profile didn't cause much an anxiety as deleting my blog did.  Nah, deleting my profile didn't cause anything at all, because it was an abomination in the first place.  Come on now, what 34-year-old in his right mind would subject himself to scrutiny, except perhaps someone who had a bad case of exhibitionism? 

Which brings me to blogging.  I have always maintained that blogging is in itself exhibitionistic. And it is.  Two years of writing down my thoughts had taught me just that.  What had started as a therapeutic avenue for someone who was off work for four months while recuperating from an almost fatal thyroid gland gone crazy, evolved into some egotistical display of manhood gone awry.  Xanax would have done the trick as easily, but having put my words for the wwww. to see had given me satisfaction that nothing else could ever match.

Well, maybe, an arousal.  And I had missed just that. 

So, I'm back.