It's that time again!
The time when I start questioning why, exactly, I come to this website and write things. Things about stuff. You know, whatever stuff.
I know that at least a fistful (that five, for those who can't count) of people choose to stop by on a nearly daily basis and it's times like these (see the last paragraph) that I can't figure out what makes them come back.
Not that it matters, really.
Besides, after nearly 4 and 5/6th years and nearly 2 and 1/2 score posts from a 8 and 1/3rd gross posts total I think I'm pretty much going to continue blah-blahing about stuff, you know, things, whatever things. Doesn't stop me from wondering why the hell I do it though.
A while ago, I wrote, "I've written much about many different things, but don't know how much I've actually said."
Yeah, that's still pretty much true.
I've written much about many different things, but don't know how much I've actually said
ReplyDeleteHaven't we all. I feel pretty much the same way. And yet I continue.
(I TRIED to write this yesterday, but dumb Blogger was having "issues")
ReplyDeleteI keep reading because you're my friend and I like hearing what you have to say. I also like being able to keep in touch. I also am a voyeur, but who isn't?
Jazz -- I like to think that many people feel that way, but I imagine it's different when people get three or more times the readers I do each day.
ReplyDeleteMaybe not, though.
Heels -- Well you are a part of the fistful for a reason. And I appreciate it.
I just think you're sweet.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
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