I had convinced myself a few months ago that, you know what? I don’t care HOW big this blogging phenomenon gets, I am never going to jump on the bandwagon. All it is is a community of a bunch of people who are deluded in thinking that other people care about their every waking moment:

i slept in this morning, grr.. o well, i dont ahv really anythign to wake up for anyway but it ticks me off, so i went n ate breakfast and there was no cinnamon for my toast, so i was like MOMMM can you pick up some cinnamon at walmart. maybe tomorrow. so i got on to do some bloggin and read some of my other blogs to see what they were up to, and now im writing this post… did u see the news, man, policians need to die.

Get a life. No one wants to read about your every waking moment up to and including the authoring of the blog entry. Unless you are Batman or Burl Ives, you don’t lead a life that is exciting enough to document every second of.

What it comes down to is the fact that I have a blog now. I have no idea how long it will last — it depends on how busy my life ends up being, and whether I feel like I have anything significant to say.

Basically I don’t care who reads this. It’s more of just an outlet for my various opinions and spiritual musings. I have full knowledge that you don’t care what I did this morning, and so I will not waste time telling you, because it is better for both of us this way.