Blogs

Well, I guess I better get to bloggin'. You know what they say, "A blog a day keeps actual social interaction away," or something like that. Isn't a blog basically a diary? When we were growing up, my sister wouldn't let anyone read her diary. In fact, she wouldn't even let herself read it. She'd look the other way as she wrote a new entry. She really should have paid attention because I could read certain passages that she accidentally wrote onto her desk. Anyway, these days girls post their diarys ONLINE where EVERYONE can read them including lonely old men who google search words like "hemorrhoids," "relief," or "Britney Spears" and end up reading the erudite musings of 11 year old girls obsessed with Jonathan Taylor Thomas...or Andy Gibb...or I don't know...whoever's hot these days. I guess it's been awhile since I've read "Tiger Beat." My ClashPoint is this: (ha ha ha! There's a joke only I get!) Times have changed. And there you go. My first blog. I've been...what? Deblogginized? Now there are cherry guts all over my monitor.