I can’t help but to feel like blogging is a passing fad that will leave its mark on history like a passing giggle, like feathered hair, bell bottoms, spandex, hot pants, and daisy dukes that came before.
A self-important prognosticator said that 2004 would be the year of the blog. It certainly has become a medium for self-important adolescents to spew forth self-centric diatribes and monologues lamenting on how their lives suck, searching for comfort in the imaginary world internet lives, internet dating, and IRC marriages.
Being a me-too-and-hypocritical-type-of-person, I decided to start a blog also.
Soon you will be taunted by my rambling, wandering, pointless commentary.