"Uncle Claudius, I wasn't the Messiah after all, would you believe that? Could have knocked me over with a feather then they told me that."
I will not write about what I had for breakfast. I will not share the details of my sex life. I will not whine about being misunderstood. I will not comment on US politics. I will certainly not use my journal to act out my dramas and traumas.
Move along, nothing to see here...