Quality, Not Quantity: It's That Time Again

Note: I just edited out some of the things I wrote yesterday in this post. I think I said alot more than I needed to. Too late for the feed readers, but...Jeezus, it really is a good time for me to take this break.

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To anyone who gives a flaming shit, I'm taking some time away from the blog.

Other commitments in my life and just going to work every day are factors in this little hiatus of mine; they do cut into blogging time.

I've discovered I can actually write, and derive a deep gratification from it. But lately I've been caught up in trying to manifest interesting things to post about every other day. I don't enjoy feeling like I'm forcing things. I've reminded myself that I am not writing a daily newspaper column here. I have forgotten my own promise of no promises.

I have to say, I am in awe of all the bloggers out there who can and do post consistently, with energy, and with quality.

Thanks, fellow bloggers who've been reading and commenting here. I am learning a lot from you all. I'll still lurk around, perhaps creepily even, and comment on your posts because I enjoy reading your work. And the minute something strikes me that needs to be shaped into letters and sentences I shall post away...I don't think it will be too long before that happens.

Definitely not months, like the last time.

Alrighty then.

Knock Knock. Who's There?

Well, at the moment I am fresh out of posts, people. It's not that I have nothing to write - I got plenty to write about. I just don't have a post.

So much for "starting fresh in the morning!"

I feel like everything about everything is destined to be in a book, just by the stubborn interconnectedness of each aspect of my existence and because each aspect is too lengthy for a blog. I mean, I suppose I could post about how my day went.

I do have days.

I could talk about the mean old man who farted defiantly at me on the subway a couple of days ago. But I am afraid that is just too unsexy. I really don't wanna be associated with old fartfaces, right or wrong. However, if you really, really want to hear about fartman, just say the word and I'll post it quickly, but not without loudly announcing that it is at your request.

How's about strip club carryings-on? Eh, eh? Definitely sexier. Or there's the time I punched a guy out for his threatening me on the street. Now there's a good one, actually...hmm.

Ah, nevermind.

Not that you're not worth it, reader. You are worth it. Hell, I'm worth it. It's just that I have a hard time organizing my thoughts and condensing things sometimes, and it is definitely one of those times right now.

But before I sign off, allow me to leave you with the greatest l'il knock-knock joke ever. Know a better one? Pssh. I doubt it.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Interrupting cow.

Interrupting cow wh-

Moooooo.

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