This morning I wrote a blog post that detailed shit that went on with me this weekend. It was glorious in describing the ways members of my family performed heroically in the pursuit of athletics over the last few days.
When I finished it I looked it over and decided the last thing I wanted to do was post it to my blog. I have little to no desire to share anything about myself with the world anymore. I think that’s a really good thing.
Rock the bells.
Re: little to no desire to share anything about myself with the world anymore …
You said that last time. And the time before that. Hasn’t your blog been reincarnated three times now?
Well good. Nobody cares about that shit anyway.
Go start another blog war. Thats what everyone wants.
I think I’m being misinterpreted. While I’m the most supremely wishy-washy blogger in existence, this time I don’t even feel like giving up the blogging, just that I don’t feel like talking about myself. I’ll still probably blog about dumb news and sports and stuff.
As for the blog wars, that would be fun if I ever read blogs anymore. I will say this though: I was goofing off checking out the dozens of amazingly shitty blogs on the Sun’s site when I came across the 20-something dating scene blogger’s post about getting a blogroll. She implored readers to check it out. Who’s on there? None other than two of Baltimore’s biggest dipshits: Sweetney and Malnurtured Snay. That alone ruins the credibility of every blog on the Sun’s site.
I’m to nonplussed to go look–was the Sun’s 20-something single blogger doable?