...with my blog.
It was Robert Plant who sang, "I can't quit you babe, so I'll have to put you down for a while."
This blog has been my main mistress and my other two blogs have been neglected. I'd make a horrible polygamist. The real thing that concerns me is that I spend too much time doing this blog and my actual writing goals have been put on hold because of it.
So, am I really in love with my blog, or am I in love with you? Who are you, anyway? Everyone, no one, someone, what does it matter? Maybe, I'm just in love with myself and all your comments and blogs are my porn collection. Well, what is it? I dunno?
I don't think that I'm ready to put you down for a while. In fact, I think it's time that we go all the way. Do you want to see how far I can take it? I'm holding back, believe it or not. You better strap yourself in. It's going to be a hell flume.
Or, maybe I'm bluffing. I hear that guys exaggerate the size of their blogs all the time. I added a hit counter. I used to be against these, but it was free and everyone was doing it--and it's kind of like pushing the yardstick in to get another inch--boys will be boys. I think that the site meter would have been a better route. Then I'd be able to see just who really loves me and who lurks without giving me some sugar. I know of two people that have read everything that I've published on my blogs. Me and that one person that I shall refer to as Honeysuckle Rose (Ramblin' Rose had already been given out). Why? 'Cause, that sort of thing will bug her. Who am I talking about? Well, get reading and you'll find yourself stroking a four-leaf clover--not a euphemism. Or was it?
So, do any of you miss the old me? I started out like this. Or, how about this one here? Maybe you're into this kind of dark story? No, most of you came in while I was doing stuff like this here and where Thomas first questioned my motto in the comments section. Oh, I've done more serious posts, like this incendiary take on ignorance of the overzealous, this one raised some important questions about how death motivates our religious beliefs.
No, I suspect that most of you go for this sort of heart warming story, or this kind of hair raising tale.
Of course, you could do a whole tour. Any of my stories involving bowel movements are gut-bustingly dangerous. Just ask Scott.
Oh, this last part was like watching "That 70's Show" series finale--too many damn flash backs! Let me know if I've improved or have got worse. As my mantra goes, "Baby, I can change!"
4 years ago