I would like to excommunicate google from Blogger.
I felt I had a Clark Kent thing going
When setting up a new blog for my missionary son Blogger showed me a orange button portal to click. That is evil.
Do not touch.
Do not click.
This portal joins your profile/gmail/youtube/picasa/calendar/ android/and contacts and then invites everyone to circles - And reveals your blogs - and uncovers your alter-ego.
Complaining about this may make me look like a paranoid loon - because I went willingly into that dark night but unless you have a google degree how can one navigate this cray cray world?
Google BigBrother wants to out me as human. I would rather they didn't. Under my real name, I would rather like to be viewed to those I must interact in person with this way:
During the forty five years of life I have lead - as Celinda- I
ALWAYS am a devotee of fitness and heath
ALWAYS have a perfect marriage and family
ALWAYS have perfect happiness and live with JOY
and do greatly ALLTHETHINGS
I ALWAYS USE HYPERBOLE IN RESPLENDENT CARE AND WISDOM.
AND MY CAPS LOCK TYPING IS NOT A FORM OF YELLING - BUT IS ANGELIC SINGING IN A HEAVENLY VOICE THAT I (FOR REALS) HAVE.
BECAUSE I AM THE MOST WISE OF ALL CREATURES GREAT AND SMALL
- BUT I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN SMALL - NOT IN THE HEAD - OR SMALL MINDED - GREAT MINDED - SMALL GUTTED.
and 45 - ? *psh* did I say I was 45? I am ageless and the body I have is not old at all - that is a weird illusion/feeling that happens if I run too fast and things start jiggling- but neveryoumind. AND
To bloggers I can secretly tell you - *pssst*
My soul delights in fattness - and the challenge I'm facing right now?
I developed Restless Leg. That is where you are all
"goodnight moon..." and My legs are all "...Gotta Keep On Dancin...Dancin..Dance the night away!!"
I started a med that will help me with that -
But I gained 10plus lbs instantly - so the war we will wage again. - I'm about to go on the treadmill. Still hate it. My natural man is still an enemy to my waist
Settle down appendages. Settle down...
wanna join me? I refuse to buy this size.