Bitch, bitch, bitch

So, I've been thinking about what I should post next, and the thought occurs to me to talk about the downside of blogging. I mean, sure, it's theraputic and sometimes funny, but there is a definate problem with it. It's public. I know, I know, that's great! And in general it's true, it is great. But then there are the times when you actually want to bitch about someone who might be or definately will be reading it. Now don't everybody go getting all nuerotic on me wondering if it's you or not, I'm actually speaking hypotheitically here. But say I felt like going on a major rant about Josh or Kiera or Cainnum. I KNOW that they read these, so I could only do that if I was so upset with them that I didn't care if they stayed friends with me or not. Or Dave, Candi, Mark, or Mary. I know that they are all aware of my blog, but I'm not sure they read it religiously or at all. So it's chancy. I could go off about one of them, hoping that this might be one of the times they decide to skip it, but that's a dangerous game. And then there's the people that I haven't told about my blog, but I might decide to tell in the future, like Mike, Evelyn, and any countless others. What if I write about Mike and then later FORGET that I wrote about him, and invite him to read my blog because he deserves to see the particularly brillant things I said that day. Devestation! So I see two solutions to this conundrum. I can either keep to blogs, a public blog where I'm scintilating, and a secret blog where I bitch about every little thing my friends do, OR, I can just not talk about anybody but my mom. We all know I'll NEVER stop bitching about her.