11 million bloggers... There must be MILLIONS who suck worse than I do

As anyone who knows me can attest, I'm not one for lack of verbosity, but I was at an impasse with this blog last week. Frankly, as much as I enjoy this little monologue, it's really hard for me to do at times. For me, writing is something I enjoy; the ability to tell a story is one of those little things that I think all of us wish to posses; I'm no exception. But the reality is, it's really fucking hard for me at times. I have to push myself through to the other side. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't keep doing it if it weren't for my inherent need to hearken to the masses, and thus gum up this fertile cacophony that is the Blogosphere. *insert 'BOOM'*

I'm rambling. See.

Back to topic. So, last week I was wondering about whether it was worth it; should I continue to perpetuate this expulsion of my head to hard drive?; What's it all for?, blah, blah; etc, etc. I put a counter within the site to simply tell me if anyone is listening. Do people actually read this tripe? Both to my horror and chagrin the answer appears to be yes. Lots of people come here, day after day, week after week for reasons I can't begin to fathom. Some have even sent me email; one dick too. I loved that one. Fuck you, dick. "Build it, and they will come." Fancy it all. So, without knowing, you have spoken, and I'm touched. Thanks for the Special Purpose, mama.

To be continued...