Blogging

It's odd.
I stopped blogging for a wee bit because I had not the time, nor the inclination, over the last few days. It was always in the back for my mind, though.... my Blog. Blog! Blog, dammit, blog!

It's ironic.
Ironic because of my readership, which seems to consist of myself and my sister. Heh. Who reads these things anyways? Tons? Or perhaps, just me, myself and I? But somehow, one feels reponsibility for keeping it up-dated. Keeping it fresh. New content. New new new. Fresh fresh fresh. As if sometimes life does not rush you enough already.

It's addictive.
Addictive because once you start putting your thoughts out there, you keep on wanting to send those posts into the black hole that is the internet. Every day I didn't blog, I thought to myself.... "argh! must get to it!!" Then again, there are worse addictions to feed.

It's intimate.
Whomever reads this post will know what flits through my mind. Personal thoughts. Private thoughts. Which links back to bloody ironic because I'm not an easy woman to get close to. Who would have thought?


Whatever the case may be, life (and blogging) goes on. Heh indeed!