Okay, okay, I've decided it's time to make a ceremonious post after close to a one year hiatus. Honestly, a lot of stuff happened but I didn't really feel like talking about it - and I don't mean that it's a sensitive subject. I realized that in the grand scheme of bloggers, I'm terribly terribly uninteresting - nothing witty to say, no interesting stories to share, so on and so forth. The only time I felt inspired, if you could even call it that, was when I was upset with someone and wanted to passive aggressively let them know what I was feeling. Occasionally, I would "turn my life around" and make that determined first step to let my entire reader base (which is one person *cough Brenna cough*) know that I was doing so and then promptly give up a week later and pretend it never happened (yeah, I gotta stop writing about it and destroy all evidence that I ever tried - then it's like I never failed at all!)

Yeah, it was like ego stroke to think that anyone really wanted to read that garbage.

So I moved my usual ramblings into a actual paper journal. It was, or is, a lot more private, messy, honest, and tangible. I stopped writing what I thought people would like to read and just wrote what was on my mind - kind of like what I'm doing now. I'll still keep my paper journal - until it's precious contents become compromised and I'm forced to eat each page, one at a time, until I develop a weird paper-ball in my stomach and become a case on an episode of House - I imagine they'll try to figure out why my tumor has bad haikus written all over it.

I'm all blogged out for the night. I think tomorrow I'll write a stunning article on soup or my apartment.