You're so Vain. I bet you think this Blog is about you.

(I don't drink coffee. Guess I have Typhoons in my Iced Tea.)

You're so vain. I bet you think this Blog is about you, Don't you?

I could write about my love or hate or annoyances and you would think it was about you.

I wonder why.

Do you think that your influence is so great that I spend every minute of my day climbing up the mountain that is your vanity? (I have enough of my own)

Tricks are for kids Trick.

Do you think that I won't meet your gaze with head held high? My eyes are shining steel and Honey let me tell you, you're no Mithril. I have already pierced through to see the inner you.

Do you think you can slow me down? Does a charging horse stop to deal with a trifling housefly?

In the words of the great philosopher Popeye, "I yam what I yam and that's all that I yam"

I've got this.

You've got the greatest prize of all! Yourself. To thine own self be true. Not that you have a problem with that.

Maybe you never noticed who I was. Maybe you never cared. Maybe it was too complicated.

Let me tell you a little about me.

I might stumble but I never fall.
I'm gloriously flawed.
I play careful but I bet it all.
I'll keep coming and coming and coming.
This fist is dainty but iron.
I've got diamonds in my eyes and rubies at my throat.
I have visions so vivid that even the sane see.

Whoopsy. I'm so vain. I bet this blog is about me. There's no room for you anymore. Bye Bye Sad Eyes.