This could be read...

You know.. i hadn't really put much thought into what happens to all the words i type into "my blog"... key word would be "my"... you see, i come here and get stuff off my chest, i had not put much forward thinking into the fact that when someone types something into a search engine, they could be led here to- Rachaels Place.. not like it will change what i write about..

so i wonder have you ever read something that you should not have?? i was talking to a friend the other day and she told me she snoops in her daughters room and reads her diary.. i was a little blown away at first.. but then i thought, is it really that bad? would you do it ?? i would have been crushed if i knew my mum was reading my diary, i ended up throwing them all out from that very fear, the fear of ANYONE reading it, not just "the Mother"..i reflect back on the things i used to write about, and what i miss the most is my poetry.. in fact, it is a regret that i binned it..  only something a twisted teenage mind could dream up..

what would you do with the info after you read it.. man my mum probably would have had my locked up..

so are you a snooper?

its been a while..

it's been a while since i stopped by.. Facebook land has consumed me.. i have found so many of my school mates, it's been a real trip..

the olympics always triggers memories of my father.. he was an olympian.. he rowed, the rowing is on the tv right now..  the aussie double just won gold, yay for them, they totally earnt it..  my dad won a silver.. you can google him- Stuart Alexander Mackenzie- ... just wish he would talk to me..

i feel like such a twat, blabbing on about my dad, after all i am a grown woman.. i am wondering if all the feelings i am feeling are normal.  but i tell myself boo hoo harden up..

the aussie fours just one silver..

okay gotta go and learn whats new in msn land....