I’m not blogging today. Or tomorrow. I made myself tired with the in-depth moral exploration of torture and then the abridged edition of my highschool memoirs. All that writing, and on the WEEKEND, too. No one blogs on the weekend. No one reads blogs on the weekend. Well, I have 127 hits that say different, so bwa-ha-ha.
That was kinda sad, wasn’t it? 127 hits, that’s like how many hits that stupid cat blog gets in half an hour. At 3a.m. On the 4th of July.
So lower your expectations in these quarters. We’ll start with the history and evolution of the G-string on Tuesday, then maybe a few videos of platypii mating, followed by an exhaustive catalogue of my teenage love poetry.
Watch this space.