What an obnoxious title! Kinda pretty though, at least I think so. Blogging is a strange idea for me. I've always thought good writing was personal yes, but not necessarily autobiographical. In fact, I've always thought the idea of writing an autobiography to be fairly pompous. You really think anyone cares? I've heard it takes a bit of pretentiousness to write, is the same true even for a blog? If nothing else blogging is basic, unromantic; it's not done for fanfare or even, at least in my case, for anyone other than yourself to enjoy. Does that make it less pretentious? I doubt it. To be a true blogger at least, you surely feed your ego with the fact that others care enough about your writing to come back and visit your blog again and again. The famed 'hitcounter' replaces the best seller, maybe not, but I could see it. It's as cold today as any day I can remember, and I can't help but feel a little blue; another miserable winter in Ohio quickly approaches. I'd promised myself to be out of the state by now. Maybe next year.
In other news,
the Chicago Bulls play the trailblazers tonight, a friend of mine lost his Father this morning after a long struggle with Heart disease, My Mother and older Brother are without transportation for the time being and I've no money to send, my car needs a new radiator, and Guns and Roses are actually releasing Chinese Democracy, just ahead of the Chinese, also I've found blogging less annoying than I'd expected.
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