Last winter I threw my hands up in the air and shouted that I didn’t know what I wanted to do with the blog, but I was unhappy with it. I spent February writing daily – light and entertaining posts – which interested no one. I decided to take a blog vacation and was gone throughout March. So, during March I had so much I thought I wanted to write and I re-made the blog, archived the old and made the new pretty design. And then I again seemed to have nothing to write.
The blog has dragged through the spring and suddenly it’s summer. I’m writing next to nothing. I want to write. I’m not, I guess, an entertaining blogger. I get tired of complaining and whatnot – although I recognize the value of a good vent. I have two people left who read and comment and maybe two others who occasionally read and comment once in a while.
I’m just talking to myself.
So, if I’m just going to be talking to myself, I might as well vent and complain and maybe be funny once in a while.
And while I’m at it, I’m going to be ending sentences with prepositions, splitting infinitives right and left, starting sentences with And or But, and I will use words and phrases that have come to mean something other than their original intention.
Because I could care less.