So why the hell do people make these blog things? Is it sort of like muttering to yourself as you putz about your house in your big fuzzy slippers? I don’t imaginge that every day people are going to flock to hear the ramblings of some stranger in a housecoat wandering about talking to their dog as if they understand.

Yes I DO talk to my dog as if she understands english. Heck why not, its supposed to be good for plants, why not puppies too?

But really, with bazillions of home made diarists blogging it up and filling pages and pages of blah blah blah and angst filled personal observations I really have to wonder if anyone really ever reads the damn things.

Or is it more an exhibitionist need of the lonely socially deficit writer themselves, a sort of “write it and they will come” but with delusions of grandeur mixed into the stew of their little observational masturbation. Hard to tell.

I’m gonna have to put a counter or something, I don’t think anyone will EVER read this stuff, but I don’t really care.

I figured it out you see, nobody ever listens to me anyway, but it really feels good to at least say what I think about stuff. Even if its only my dog that hears it…