letdown

When it comes down to it, I get myself up out of bed, slide into this black office chair, and hunch over a keyboard covered in dust and old insound receipts to write a blog I sincerely believe nobody will read...but that's okay, isn't it? I expect it, and I embrace the idea of anonymity in an ever-more anonymous world. Are blogs not for the enjoyment of the writer infinitely more so than the reader? I can pretty much say anything I please after this line right here>>, for if you're still reading you probably want to hit that myspace.com tab up above and check what new friends your friends have. That's what I enjoy about the blog ideal today; it's exactly opposite of the xanga ideal we all shared so intimately in high school. Not so much an emotional call for help, a place for teenage angst and everything else they use to describe pop punk these days...it is an open door into the ego of employees, fans, critics, cynics, (pessimists? faithless?)...I fit 'em all twice over and welcome you with open arms. A journal for the 21st century, a place to call attention to yourself and a place for a reader to feel as if he has stumbled across lost thoughts from another place. But alas no, this will be an ever-changing photograph into the subconscious...here for the enjoyment of a few, more importantly for myself. In college, they post pictures all over the internet of themselves, I want to jump in. I indulge as much as the other guy, perhaps more so...After all, I'll be reading my blog more often than you ever will.