Ah, the lovely joys of internet blogging. The sad thing is, I'm more apt to blog than log in a diary or journal. What can I say? My fingers fluttering noisily across the keys of the computer are a comfort and help siphon the thoughts I have into writing that can inspire further publications. I currently have a full stomach, a puppy strapped to my ankle and I'm sitting here in my boxers and a tank top. Talk about the book jacket picture of the year.
I'm sure I'll find more inspiration at a later date, but as of this very moment and second, my younger brother wishes to take the computer under his own fingers and, most likely, bulletin 'chat' via myspace like the teeny-bopper he says he isn't.
So, as I earlier stated, I shall spill words of infinite wisdom at a later time, for I'm currently short on what many people desire more of; time.
1 comment:
Ha! Did you read my very first post?
It's pretty similar to this one.
It just goes to show how much we think alike sometimes.
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