Bulldawgy

Deep in the recesses of my brain, I had always hoped that blogging (at least the type that would emanate from my hands to the Bulldawgy page) would be a sort of journal.   Props to DaveE for describing it as ‘public journaling’.  I can live with that - and I kind of like it.

The only problem is the public part.  You see, I have this nifty little book that I write down stuff in about what is happening in the life of this mild-mannered accountant.  For what it’s worth, I write in pencil.  That way, if I mess up - I can fix it. ** all of the other OCP’s in the world will understand the need for some sort of unreasonable neatness in one or more facets of life, don’t ask how we decide which ones need neatness, it all makes sense in our minds. **  In that book, you might find things that are, well, not necessarily meant for the public.  Capece?  

What do you do then, when the things you want to say in your public journal, are probably better left unsaid?

You write about chickpeas.