Nothing witty to say

Well I've been described as a prissy girly girl by a blogreader who happened to read my blog (ok I sort of know this person). Apparently I do not divulge my pain and suffering, nor my wicked side. I wonder do I have a wicked side? Most people who meet me, they think oh what a nice girl (that is, if they are lucky and I'm not super shy in which case they think I'm a cold prissy bitch). My close friends might say otherwise. Heidi (not a close friend, in fact a pretty awful ex-friend) used to go mad when people told her that I was just such a good girl. She would say, but you're not the girl next door, you're not that nice. Of course she said many other things about me behind my back- of course I always found out. So perhaps she's not the best judge. But then again there might be something to it.

Truth be told. I'm not sure if I'm wicked or good. If I'm interesting or boring. What I do know is that I'm private. So what I put on my blog is not going to be my deepest darkest secrets. Sorry all. Did I just lose any readership? Oh well, perhaps over time that will change. Then again maybe not. For now, this is my outlet, it's fun and it lets ppl know another side of me that perhaps they did not know. Plus I really like putting up pictures.

Do I have pain and suffering in my life? Sure in certain areas. But generally, brace yourself for this one, I'm happy person. Certain things suck big time- those who know me well enough know what they are- but I love my job, I love my friends and family and my cat rules. Oh yeah, and I just came back from Pakistan in case any of you had forgotten and that was pretty fucking awesome.

Karachi. Right around the corner from Os's house.