So I haven't been in in a while. I don't quite understand what the big deal is. Honestly, I think about it all the time. "I should blog today" I says to myself. But why would I do so if I don't have anything at all interesting to talk about. So instead of wasting my time (like I am now) I simply don't, and then think we're all better for it. This here posting is in response to Mario's calling of the kettle black (hm, I think I just coined an catchy yet completely nonsensical saying) in the form of a response to this here blog.
But this also got me thinking. I'll admit it, I don't write in this here blog for me, I do it for you. Why would I write something down that I was a part of, or thought to myself once or on numerous occasions? That makes no sense, unless of course it is to share with my audience. It really is quite fun, if you have something fun to write. So I try to keep it out of the emotional and actually interesting, which I suppose is where Hoz and I differ (ZINGER!!!). But I often come strolling in to check if I have any responses. Well, none of you leave any, with the exceptions of Mario (on a bimonthly basis) and Timmy. Show some support here. Make a name, they never send you anything or harass you, and leave me a fuckin' comment. If you do, I'll kindly reward you with another post. There, comment for a post, seems fair to me. I'm not just a toy here for you to play with, reciprocate for shit's sake. Comon, I won't even ask to cuddle after.
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