Blah blah blah etc etc etcetera. The second sentence to this blog post contains lament bent around an obvious fact that this blog has not been updated in an amount of time deemed “ages” by its blogadeer. The third sentence in this blog post traipses internal monologue questioning whether this blog can exist without solipsism and still be read? The fourth sentence denotes a self-proclaimed awareness of an inability or perhaps, more fittingly, an incapacity to offer decent opinion and/or descriptions of one’s feelings and mood balanced with place (or is the antonym to this fleeting thought exactly what is happening here?).
What I’m really trying to say is I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS BLOG IS SUPPOSED TO BE. It began as a depository of my crap pictures, videos and occasional rambling. Some of those crap drawings are now published. This blog then spiraled into a lame self-promotional thing. Gross. I’ve had four things published since my last post but I can’t be bothered selling it here. It feels completely fruitless. I don’t want this to be a Notice (me) Board. The truth is, I’m just some fool with a useless arts degree working at a call centre.
A website in which I sell myself in the third-person would be preferable (due to its lack of narration and voice, it’d effectively be a desert island selling its own and only palm tree).
So why should I blog at all?
Because it’s not all that serious.