Just because I post doesn't mean I have anything to say.
At some point we are all going to stop blogging.
When are you going to quit?
When you get a significant other?
When you no longer need to escape from work, that significant other, or family?
When no one drops by anymore?
When you run out of things to say?
When it isn't any fun anymore?
When both your hands have to be amputated and the voice activated typing dealy can't keep up with all the foul language?
Is it "dealy" or "dealie"?
When your mother takes your computer away?
Because the prison you are captive to stops allowing internet access, so you go back to making raisin wine in the toilet?
Are you afraid to lose people who have crossed the pixel divide as friends if you quit?
Slept with too many of your fan base and it bites you in the ass?
Because your body dysmorphism becomes too great an obstacle and you won't give in to reader's requests to see what you look like, so you quit instead?
Because there is too much blood?
When you are too sick?
When you die???
At some point I will stop blogging, but not right now.
Earl...
11 years ago
17 comments:
I think you are trying to make me cry.
Funny, I have thought I was going to quite a few times... just never got around to it. Who knows what will drive the eventual ending...
I've come close, but as of late have realized that I will only quit for good on a technicality; that instead of "blogging" I am "writing a nationally syndicated column."
awww.. What a perfect enry for me to read on my first time back...I never wanted to quit....a week turned into a month and a month turned into a few months...Well I have to say its comforting to come back and find you all still here. It would be sad otherwise:)
Do prisoners not have internet access? Does that mean the person who accesses my blog from San Quentin is an employee? Cause that would make me feel a little bit better.
I always wonder that. Some days I think I wonder when I'll get bored of this like I did with myspace and the casio my parents gave me. But it just hasn't happened yet.
When HELL freezes over! Or... when I just feel like stopping, I guess - whichever comes first.
You hit the nail on the head with "
Because the prison you are captive to stops allowing internet access, so you go back to making raisin wine in the toilet?" for me. ;) LOL
I honestly don't know when I'll stop. It might just be a random Wednesday afternoon when I'm tired.
Hm People ALREADY don't leave comments which is pissing me off, and my hits were all erased so I am tempted to just walk away but it is good escapism.
I require escapism under optimum circumstances - and certainly now.
So I'll keep at it (as there hasn't been any blog related bleeding yet).
That ok by you?
I quit blogging all the time. Then I remember to update and I'm back again.
I'm with Karyn on the # of comments. If that were going to make me quit, well, I would have done that long ago.
Nessa~ I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.
Scott~ You have way too many female readers to get off easy, my friend.
JJ~ You and me both.
Lindzy~ Good to see you back! I missed you.
Pants~ Just embrace it. Anyway, where have you been?
Sun~ I bet when you quit it will involve a diner and a Journey song. Don't stop...
Christielli~ Don't leave us, baby! We can change!!!
Karyn~ I need to go over and show my love to your blog. I haven't got out much.
O-Girl~ You are with Karyn? When did this happen? That is so hot!
Melissavina~ You get your own independent comment because you are new here.
Welcome to Grunt Ahoy!
Oh, and don't even get me started on the Casios I've been through as a kid.
i already know the title of what my last post will be...
just don't want to use it for awhile. need you guys too much.
probably when people so reading-- the comments entertain me.
when I run out of things to say for more than 12 days in a row. See that happening anytime soon? No.
Grunty I think my time has come. I don't seem to have interesting things to say anymore. It's sad really. But I love readin' u!
Crystal~ Your final post will be titled, "Screw you guys, I'm getting married!" It's either that or, "So, my work has transferred me to Siberia." No, it will be this, "I've gone and done it. I've joined a pickle cult."
Kels~ Yeah, I need to get my butt over to your place and give you some love.
Pokey~ You keep reading me, Pokey. You are one of my longest running readers and I'd hate to lose you.
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