Damn.
Wish I’d have realized this BEFORE signing up for a blog. It was like a dream. There I was, fantasizing about typing paragraph after paragraph about every little detail of my life. Every iota was to be recorded! Journal be damned, I’d let the public see this. I wanted people to know about the spiritual revelations I’d received from the death of my beloved pet. I wanted people to know how bad I felt when I spilled that glass of carburetor acid all over Sally’s lap. And most of all, I wanted to be a part of a community. A vibrant, online virtual support network. One that I knew I could count on if I were ever dumped by my online girlfriend. A community of not just friends, but brothers. And to be politically correct: Sisters, as well. Although I’d probably want to date any sisters in the community. Not for too long, just a couple week flings. I even planned on posting my phone number on here.
Damn.
Well, I don’t know what to say. All that potential wasted. Gone forever. Washed away in the ocean of humanity. Guess I’ll have to rent this place to farmers in need of more space for crops.
And I so wanted to post a blog entry for today…
