I’ve decided I am not a blogger.
I am not clever, I am not dedicated, heck, I don’t even remember I have a blog half the time. And that, sir, is Mr. NoGood in blogland. From reading other’s blogs, I’ve also realized that 1) bloggers post quite regularly, and 2) bloggers post. So what am I? You ask. Good question- cookie for you.
More and more, I’m convinced that I am a blogger poser. What what? I hear you say. Oh yes- I am a spastic, non committal, college student who only wishes he could think up cool new posts everyday. But, ya know…that’s not me- and in the words of Kaleel the Iranian Veggie Tales Caterpillar, “I am OK with that now.â€
So I apologize to you, the blog expecting reader, for what you have stumbled upon on this corner of the web. Sometimes I do hit it right on, some weeks I do have that blogging bling, but, really, most of the time what I write won’t grab your eyes from your head and glue ‘em to the pixels in front of you. Maybe my boringness might even cause you to renounce the internet once and for all. Please let me know if that happens (before you unplug the router cord, of course), and I will honest to goodness make us both t-shirts somehow documenting the event in a catchy slogan. But then, if my posts were so bad, I don’t imagine the shirts will be so great any-
But! I am promising to write more. I’ve had a few thoughts I’ve been playing with in my head for a while now, and I figured where better to put them then here. So stay tuned if you’re so inclined, click away if you googled here by mistake (or stay, I welcome you and your crazy search words that my webhosting logs tell me brought you here), and I promise to begin blog posing like never before. Because, really, you’re worth it.
Or maybe I am….
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