thoughts on blogs

So, insomnia sucks. While most people in the world* are sleeping, I'm awake, sitting with my computer, wondering what to do. And to make matters worse, it's not that "oh, I can't sleep, I'm so wired" kind of insomnia. No, it's that, "I'm so tired I can barely keep my eyes open, but I still can't sleep" type of insomnia.

That works out for you, though, my dear reader. Because I am not sleeping like a normal person*, you are treated to this new post. However, I fear that I may have nothing to say to you this time. I guess I should thrown in, just for the sake of generating readership, some talk of scat-obsessed shitwomen sexually aroused by dwarves horny horny sex slut cunt ass shit dick... In any case, now that I've gotten in the audience-generating words, I return to my previous point: What to say?

Early, I ruminated on the fact that people blog so that they don't have to keep diaries. But I don't think this is the case. Or at least, not for me. For example, I don't understand people who express their feelings online. Sure, people who stumble upon this site while looking for sexy shit goat porn click her now for free nude pictures of Natalie Portman have no idea who I am, there still are a significant number of people who know. Thus, the whole idea of the blog as the publicly private outlet for this or that emotion is out. I thought a number of things today that I would, were I the diary-keeping type, put into a diary--you know, the general sorts of things that fuel blogs and godawful romantic comedies with Sandra Bullock, as well as the type of things that fuel pornographic films and such... To be more specific, I conjured up many thoughts of relationship issues, desires to be around a certain person that I wish I could see right now, some things that I would like to do with said person... But I'm not the diary-keeping type, and I'm also not about to share all my thoughts with blog readers at large, or friends who read my blog.

Then, of course there are political thoughts and observations about the world--things that I'm generally qutie good at, but which I, in my sleepy sleep-deprived state would not be able to make a passable go of.

To sum up, I have nothing to say at the moment. Or, at least nothing that I would say publicly, and nothing that I would say publicly in a coherent form.

Bet you're excited for the next post!