rite.

I don’t feel like it today. Not that I have been compelled to do it recently, because if I had felt that way, then I would have done it and not just let it sit there for a month… slowly festering and dying out as my legions of followers wait and wonder and hope that eventually someday I might do something productive, who’s lack of productivity here can only lead one to believe that he has been productive elsewhere in more important places like work and home and not here on the internet. I don’t understand the point fully of blogging because it seems that the most prolific bloggers have the least they should be in life, for example, P. Hilton, the guy one, not the girl one… world famous because he’s basically the stalker of starts, whereas all I am is a stalker of nonsense which makes me fairly sad because this is making way to much sense to be nonsense. I suppose that’s the reason I didn’t want to do it today, or lately. My brain is way too sane and logical to be exploring the nonsense in the ways it should be explored. Now I still have a minute left, and I am more engulfed in the music I am listening to then the words I am typing, all of this because there are other things I don’t want to be listening to right now. Besides, headphones plus typing equals everybody thinks I am way involved in something.