I know people who run blogs who give more information than I would ever consider giving, hell I know someone who runs a webcam in her bedroom and I just don’t get it. I’m a pretty private person and I know it feels kinda strange even the amount of information I’ve given out here. I mean I’ve posted stuff here that I just never felt I would talk about and lets face it at one stage I had my boss, my best friend and my girlfriend reading this…ya know the important people. Fuck it, yet again I have this thought that I just don’t know how to type out and explain. But I’ve shared a lot more here than I ever thought I would, nothing major, just I don’t tend to talk about anything major or minor, but I do here. I know that is mainly for me and I want to type about stuff. But it feels kinda strange, I mean looking at my last entry the entire point was to convey the joy I guess is the word that listening to the chilli peppers was bringing me at that very moment. Every entry is just a moment in time, my thoughts, my feelings everything me. I mean blogs are personal and even selfish.
To paraphrase a friend, this is about me even when it is not.
And you know that is so very true, this is my blog and every single thing in here interested me at one time or another and not only that it interested me enough to note it down in some way. Fuck it, you get the point I just don’t know what else to say.