Secret secret!

I like xanga. I get it.
I understand facebook a little. I know how to stalk on there. That's what it's for, right?
Someone explained to me what twitter was the other day.
I heard the word Tumbler. I am still confused about what it is.
My friend, Tasha, made a myspace for me in 11th grade. I found it the other day. Tom was my only pal.
Sarah said she blogspotted on her xanga, and I thought she was comparing it to a period. Like she had a schedule but had to blog a little bit in between scheduled updates or something.
Why are there so many of these things?
And how do people have time for them all?
Maybe I will become addicted and update lots!
And maybe no one will find this and I can talk about whoever, whenever, whatever.
Like how Thanksgiving was cool, until my aunt (ex coke addict) randomly freaked out a little in the middle of the feast and was like "I need some cocaine! I need some coke man! Those pomegranate energy shots just aren't doing it!" And then laughed all scary.  Was weird.
Or how maybe I'm scared the government follows my electronic trail because I work for 2 kind of shady Indian dudes at 2 different places.
Or how I want nothing more than to love everyone always, but I honestly hate, and I mean full fledged HATE, 3 people. 1 is related, 1 was related, and 1 was just a stranger.  1 is a pillhead, 1 is a psychopath, and 1 is......well.....I don't know......he was a stranger......but he seemed crazy. And I have never told anyone the full story about him or why I hate him.  And probably never will.
Secret blog just got real serious.

Dressed my dogs up today in their Xmas costumes. Aretha Frankfurt has a fake Santa beard. She hates.
Arnold has a reindeer costume. He loves.