Maybe a blog? Everyone has a blog, right? Blog, blog, blog, blog, blog. Blog on this, blog on that, blog on the other. Blog, dog, fog, smog -- hmm, should I cloud the Internet with another blog? I mean you have to know what you're talking about, right? And I don't consider myself an expert in anything, not even the inner workings of Yvette De Los Santos.
"Inner workings of Yvette De Los Santos." I like the sound of that. It sounds so scientific, so...what's the word I want?...Yo no se. I'll stick to "scientific." Damas y caballeros, I present to you the inner world of Yvette De Los Santos. Please stand behind the rail and do not touch anything as our technicians are still examining the mechanics of this female specimen.
I guess I want to log (hey, that rhymes with blog) my thoughts and feelings. ¿Por que? Por que no. No, it's deeper than that. There's something about seeing things written down. I was going to say/write "on paper," but who uses paper anymore? It's so twentieth century. Documented words take on a life of their own: they can be put away, revisited, reflected upon and, alas, also used against you in the court of your conscience. Because you have to tell the truth, right? ¡Que dios me libre!
So, dear Diary-Blog, you shall receive my silent confessions. I shall attempt to be as honest and revealing as I can. Diary-Blog...that sounds cool...no wait...it's coming to me...Dia-Blog...sounds like "dialogue," oh, yeah. Sí, sí, dear Diablog, you shall record the dialogue I have with my thoughts and feelings. We shall, as I hear some of the girls say at school, "conversate".
Dear Diablog,
Dígame, dígame, dígame.
Forever Yours,
Yvette
Hello, hello, hello!
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