Throughout the years of writing on this blog (mainly the few months of the pass four five years I dedicated to "expressing" myself), I tried to write personal stories, relevant news, tutorials, artsy things, gay slashing, and personal messages to Deb. At one point I even posted pictures of hot politicians like John McCain, before the ugly years. I like some of the random "I bow to thee, Xabi Alonso" stuff I posted and I hate a lot of whiny things I posted. In the end I'm really glad I documented something, anything at all. I'm glad that one day, even now, I can just go back and trace some fragments of my old, stupid, brilliant, young and annoying self. God knows I have tons of journals but most of the pages are blank or filled will those go three miles and take a right turn type of notes.
I honestly think I still keep up with this blog because I think that you are still reading from time to time. It is like I have some sort of connection to someone out there. I mean, I have real, physical connections and I do talk to people, but I don't write to people. I don't type random thoughts that I think mean something and make people read them. You're like a journal with a mind of its own. Sometimes you respond a little. That's good enough for me.
I honestly think I still keep up with this blog because I think that you are still reading from time to time. It is like I have some sort of connection to someone out there. I mean, I have real, physical connections and I do talk to people, but I don't write to people. I don't type random thoughts that I think mean something and make people read them. You're like a journal with a mind of its own. Sometimes you respond a little. That's good enough for me.
