Blogging my online journal

Blogging my online journal

It’s another Monday, how did that happen? So today I was thinking, I wasn’t in the mood to blog. Then I realized I’ve blogged every day since I started the blog in July. Yes, sometimes I cheat and I put up song lyrics like yesterday, but come on Linkin Park rocks, it was meaningful.  Sometimes I put up recipes but let me tell you the Vegan Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies http://www.multipleexperiences.org/2017/04/08/vegan-oatmeal-chocolate-chip-cookies/ freaking rock, made them again yesterday. Or my highest traffic blog to date 57 reasons to become vegan…http://www.multipleexperiences.org/2016/11/30/57-reasons-im-going-vegan-according-to-nursingdegree-net/

I actually bought this beautiful journal victim my sister once. 

I only wrote in it during a terrible ordeal I was going through in my love life. I ended up ripping out the pages and burning them. I am the queen of deletion. I burn, rip  and throw out anything that reminds me of a time or person who hurt me. A very mature thing. Anyway my point was I wasn’t faithful to my journal, but I’m faithful to my blog. Some posts are pointless. Some are informative like the one I discussed the difference between Rituxan and Ocrelizumab, http://www.multipleexperiences.org/2017/01/12/ocrelizumab-versus-rituximab-rituxan/ http://www.multipleexperiences.org/2017/03/30/7-reasons-why-i-decided-to-put-ocrelizumab-ocrevus-back-on-the-table/ actually had a few. I hope I’ve made someone laugh at some point. I’m actually funny but my humor NEVER comes out when I blog.  I know I’ve learned I’ve loved it. I can’t imagine NOT blogging one day. It is my therapy online.

3 thoughts on “Blogging my online journal

  1. You have made me laugh. So it’s official. You are a humorist. But I have also cried. I don’t know if there is a word for that. Are you a “sad-ist”? No, no, no! That’s something different entirely. How about “tear jerker”? No, that’s for honky-tonk songs, like this one: “I’ve got tears in my ears from lying on my back in my bed crying over you.” (I did not make that up. My mother sang it to me when I was little.) How about this? Journeyer. Yeah, that’s it. That’s why those books are called “journals”.

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