Every once in awhile I ponder while standing and escaping life for a many mind numbing minute in the shower or right before I drop off into a restless, sweaty sleep on what exactly am I trying to accomplish on this space. If you can come up with this answer, please fill me in, okay?
Saturday marked the 7th year of posting awesome bits of absolute shit like this:
What's left is basically three years of balls to the wall sadness. Just looking through the old posts I find I am quite amazed how clean my house used to be and how I am such a craptastic writer. and yes, how uncomfortable I've made quite a few with my honesty in being so sad.
Seven years. 681 total posts. 14,847 comments. 2,023,672 visitors. Some visitors stayed and many more left. Because I'm not peppy all the time. Because I'm not doing "it" right.
This is where I am. I don't have a brand. I don't want to brand. I guess my life is my own personal brand. As one can tell, I don't take me, this site or my Facebook page seriously. Maybe... I should or maybe..... I shouldn't.
For shits and giggles, comment and tell me how long you have read this site. Also, tell me what you get out this place, if anything. If you don't say anything. I'm cool with it. I've never been one for thinking this blogging thing was a popularity contest. I for sure know, I would never win.