As I sit here looking out my dining room window at the verdant jungle of waving grass that is my back yard, listening to the dulcet tones of Rammstein, I can help but wonder: what the bloody #$*@ possessed me to put up a blog?
Peer pressure, I guess.
That's not quite right. I suppose I have been nurturing a desire to connect with the collective consciousness as much as the next faceless keyboard over. But an online diary? A periodic glimpse into the bureau in my head? What suddenly makes me think it's a good idea to toss all the neatly balled-up socks over my shoulder to get to all the spare change and buttons at the bottom of my sock drawer?
Socks?
Who is this guy?
This blog sat empty for a day after I set it up. Someone (a peer...) said I should put something in it.
So I have.
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2 comments:
All right, post something else. :)
I have two sock drawers and they're both full of socks, mostly those fuzzy chenille ones.
(I thought if I answered your question that maybe you'd post something else. It has been a week, you know. More than in fact...) :) Nice job on the kitchen lights!
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