Talking To Myself

So i am starting to get the idea that nobody REALLY reads this blog.

Perhaps my friends glance at it, or maybe the occasional completely bored out of their mind web surfer stumbles up on this chunk of cyber space and gives it a once over and subsequently moves on.

Let me assure you, there is a method to my madness, and also I never claim to be a writer...perhaps i jot down a few ideas for art projects of some sort...but never...ever have i claimed that "ooooh i could write like that".

I was never good at being compelling via long scripted monologues, all of those people that know me in the real world...know that I am a tad more "off the cuff"....to put it lightly.

Now, let me tell you what this blog is about.

Simply put...its about my brain. Of all the stimulus that I process throughout the day...that which I think "oooooh someone else might want to see this"...if I have time...I post it. Or there is the other way...which essentially comes down to "I am bored as fuck at the moment, and I have some shit on my mind...and either Ill address it in the blog or ill just write down some nonsense and vent my frustrations that way" (which is an example of what is going on right now in this post...)

So, for the 18 or so of you who have at one point read this blog and no longer do so, due to the fact that you thought "what the fuck is this guy rambling about...there is no point to this thing!!!"

I wholeheartedly agree with you...but yes...there is a point...whatever brain fart I am having at a given time...I'm gonna fucking post it...and if you dont like it...you dont have to read it. Arent "blogs" supposed to be a journal of sorts? Well fucking hell...thats what Im gonna do...even if I am talking to myself.