To some of you, this may look familiar. Emo kids spilling their guts in misspelled words and poor grammar to the biggest audience known to the world today: the Internet.

Sometimes it's more than that, but other times, the entries are barely considered substantial. Blogging is a new phenomenon that has sprung up during the past few years.

A blog is an online journal. Many people find an outlet on the Internet because it's cheap, easy and often an effective way to get feedback on your problems. Why pay a therapist to discuss the feelings you have or don't have about your boyfriend or girlfriend?

Don't bother. There are hundreds of people you'll meet on your online adventure who will give you their nickel's worth of daily advice.

Well, I guess as dark a secret as a 10-year-old girl can have. It's like they get off on telling the world, "I feel this way, and you should care!" Some people do, some people don't and some just tell you to screw off.

So, what do we "bloggers" talk about when we blog? I mean ... what the hell is there to talk about in a mundane life such as my own (or one like mine)? That's the beauty of it.

Whether I'm talking about how my cat just attached itself to my head, my friend's relationship problems or my own inability to commit to a secure and loving relationship, my avid readers will eat it right up, sometimes checking several times a day to see if I've updated again.

They pounce on every opportunity to leave me a message about how I was stupid, or how they became incredibly stoned and had barely protected sex the night before as well.

Something that has become a problem with the Internet is people being stupid and giving out all of their personal information, which leads to an abduction or something to that effect.

OK, enough about me not being special, because there are actually quite a few Internet abductions that are made possible by teenagers and their blogs.

My blog used to say names, where I went to school, the general area that I lived in ... when I got a car, of course I posted all about it (including color, make, model and year). I'm not the only one to ever make this mistake.

Abductions become possible because the information takes all the guesswork out of the crime: there's a picture, location, favorite places, friend's photos -what else could a kidnapper want?

You may be asking yourself, "What exactly is too much information, and am I giving some sicko the ability to stalk me?" Well, that depends on who can read your journal.

If you use the "friends only" function on your journal (like it implies, only your friends or people you know can read your journal), it's like using a big shield against the whackos.

You define who can see your journal and your entries, and not just any Joe Blow child molester off the street can read my journal, see my nude photos or listen to how much I want to beat somebody with a broken table leg.

So, I leave you with this: Guard your carnal treasures from potential Internet stalkers. Spill your guts however you want - whether today you've chosen to express yourself through a monologue from the made-for-TV movie "Sybil," through song or maybe just by using your own personal sign language.

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