Let's Give This One More Try
I'm back. Hopefully I can keep some sort of schedule going on where I can put up enough entries. Someone asked me once if I could pull off being a blogger. So far, I'd say I haven't pulled it off. This is going to change. I swear. This time will be different.
What I am going to do is get at least one entry up per week. At least. If I have more, I have more. Good for me, good for you, good for the blog. It will be good all around. That's what my plan is. I don't know what the entries will be, or how long they will be. I just want to have something.
Why am I trying again? I need some sort of outlet. Life gets kind of boring when it is work, home, school, and 140 characters to people online. I need more. I need to share more of what I have to say. I need a bigger canvas upon which to inspect myself, the stuff I do, the people around me, and my life in general. I need a way to get some of it out of me. This seems like the perfect way. It is kind of what I was doing before anyway.
This seems like it was a dead blog. No longer shall it be that way. From now on, this blog shall live. This is the internet. It's written in ink. I must provide the strokes with which the ink imprints the paper. The paper being the internet in this case. That is what I am here to do.
Without further adieu, on with the blog. Back to your regularly scheduled blog. Um...one more time for the memories. Let's get it done.
What I am going to do is get at least one entry up per week. At least. If I have more, I have more. Good for me, good for you, good for the blog. It will be good all around. That's what my plan is. I don't know what the entries will be, or how long they will be. I just want to have something.
Why am I trying again? I need some sort of outlet. Life gets kind of boring when it is work, home, school, and 140 characters to people online. I need more. I need to share more of what I have to say. I need a bigger canvas upon which to inspect myself, the stuff I do, the people around me, and my life in general. I need a way to get some of it out of me. This seems like the perfect way. It is kind of what I was doing before anyway.
This seems like it was a dead blog. No longer shall it be that way. From now on, this blog shall live. This is the internet. It's written in ink. I must provide the strokes with which the ink imprints the paper. The paper being the internet in this case. That is what I am here to do.
Without further adieu, on with the blog. Back to your regularly scheduled blog. Um...one more time for the memories. Let's get it done.
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