suddenly the thought of having a blog seems a teensy bit ridiculous to me. I mean, everyone's doing it right? Isn't this just another crazy fad?
It's the new slap bracelet or pink and black combo of internet communication/expression. Everyone wants to be a blog-master. It seems I have sold out. And yet...all these blogs are so darn entertaining. I love reading about other peoples lives. It makes me feel okay somehow.

my friend once made a comment that the word 'blog' doesn't sound anything like what it really is. It would make more sense if someone said, "oh I feel queasy, I think I'm going to blog" or "is that a blog on your shoe?" It could be an infectious disease or something you fall into when you are walking through a dark and scary forrest. Also, if you say the word 'blog' too fast, too many times you get dizzy and start to sound like the cadbury easter bunny...who really just sounds like a chicken.

in conclusion, i like blogs. i also like beef (mmm...supper).
I also like death cab for cutie but it was friggen sold out in the first ten seconds and i couldn't get any tickets which, if I thought about it for too long, would make me want to put my face in my pillow and scream. but as it stands, death cab isn't all that important and i still have everything i need to happy - including blogs.
and once again, the world is an alright place.

Jenna