I'm not a writer. Hell, I hate writing. The ideas inside my head are just either too weird (huh? what on earth am I talking about now again?) or too ho-hum(zzzzzzzz....) to write about. But then, if I go on another day without writing down my thoughts, I think I'll literally go bazonkers and no amount of Prozac would be able to cure me.
Just kidding. But yeah, it would be nice to be able to have a diary of sorts that's not made of paper. 'Least if our house gets inundated by a deluge, my ideas won't be swept away.
So internet, here goes... Let's see if I will be able to keep this blog up for at least a year. Will I be able to survive you? Or will you be able to survive me?
t(^_^t)
1 comment:
"Least if our house gets inundated by a deluge, my ideas won't be swept away." --> Me too. ^_^
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