Blah Weekend

I am SOOO disappointed in myself. Mostly for some major reasons I won't say here, but for the blog I'm disappointed in myself because I missed the Eric Roberson concert. I'm the kind of man who likes to go to unsigned and barely known artist concerts. He fits the bill perfectly; even the place where he was playing. But I was in one of my rare non-hermit attitudes and didn't want to go by myself. I could have gone with the Castellian, but something told me not to. Maybe there is just too much stuff going on in my head. Seems like my life is in this weird controlled tailspin. When I say control I know what I need to do to adjust it, I'm just not doing it for some reason. I think I'm more afraid of change than I lead up to be.

I have no idea why I'm blogging. I have a business trip to get ready for. My hair is all banged up and way to long for the stoggies I'll be hanging with in the big fat ATL. It's going to be a great opportunity to meet some powerful folks and network. Not that anybody is reading (my last week's stats were just that....weak), but I won't be blogging for those 3 days. If anything jumps off though, I'll have something for y'all on Wednesday.

You know, you women are a trip. I read a large variety of blogs on Blogger. A few months ago haterade was reining supreme. This one particular blogger was using her blog as you would expect; to express her feelings. In the comments section, another blogger shot her in the face with a comment to the degree of "why are you getting upset? You are a grown woman acting like a 18 year. Grow up." Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeow! Cold blooded, son. Cold Blooded.
The point I'm getting to is that this same woman who was hatin', is almost the carbon copy of the critizied blogger. The only difference between the two lifestyles are that one has a child and they live in different cities. That's kind of the lesson I am teaching myself this weekend; when you step in shit, check your ass because it might be your OWN shit you steppin' in.