I’ve wanted to post something here for so long. I’m now actually doing it. It’s not as much fun as I thought it was going to be. I thought I’d be grinning from ear to ear while writing this. I have an oddly constipated look on my face right now. Who knew that blogging is less exciting than riding a roller coaster? All of those guys on YouTube make blogging sound like it’s so much fun. I still don’t consider myself a blogger. You actually have to write to do that, and I haven’t written much here lately.
I’d like write a little here every day. I don’t want to write thousands of words. I’m not sure how many words I want to write. I think you need to write more than one word in a blog. I imagine two is too few words. I have to admit that writing long blog posts are boring. I don’t have the attention span to sit here for hours and talk about something that I lose interest in. I think about ten to fifteen minutes is probably the optimal time limit to write a blog post. No one wants to read anything more than that. I always skip over the middle of the blog and read the last few words to see if the person ended up getting lice or not. If they didn’t, then I would’ve wasted too much of my precious time reading about something that I don’t care about.
I’m the type of person who can’t get motivated to do things they don’t like to do. That’s why I always say you should wash your hair and brush your teeth at least once a month. I can’t get up the gumption to do it more than that. Come on man; this ain’t no beauty parlor. There’s no need for all that washing and looking pretty. It’s not like I’m going to go see the queen or anything like that. I bet those people on Survivor wish they had some food in their teeth when they haven’t eaten for a few days. See, it pays not to brush.
I like the idea of being able to come here and say what I want. I don’t like the thought of pressuring myself to do something that isn’t fun. I think I already said that in the paragraph above. I think I might be done writing. This feels like a good place to end the blog post. So, let’s end it here. I hope to post some more regularly. Again, I’m repeating myself. I don’t know what else to talk about. Thanks for reading this and don’t forget to stay charged!
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