This Is My Blog

This is my blog.
Not that I know what to do with that, as a concept. It’s a space I’ve chosen (mostly) not to use as a diary or a (more mostly) rant space. Sometimes it’s hard though, when there are words in your head that really shouldn’t be spoken to friends—either because it’s really boring for them to hear, or it’s really something you just need to work out for yourself—to know exactly where to store them. And I’ve noticed a lot of people use their blogs for these things. Not that I entirely object to that concept. None of us would enjoy some of our (shall remain nameless) blog friends nearly so much if they didn’t do that. But I’m still stuck, wondering where my words should sit, when they should be hung on my blog laundry line versus remaining in the tumbling dryer of my head.

Oh, and there’s that. There’s no editor to nix your terrible metaphors from your blog. That worries me. I’ve been told that I have a certain classic mcbickle style of metaphor that who the hell knows when is over the top. I think I’ve just gotten lucky so far with editors. They think it’s stylin’. Illin’. Time to go back to writin’ for the money. Cause lord knows you all aren’t paying me for this.