Figuring this all out

Who blogs? Really. Me now I guess. This may be worse in my book than myspace. With encouragement to start one of these, I am trying to find the reason to start documenting online what I do, rather than just doing more of what I do. Which is pretty awesome might I add. This feels like a first step in the general direction of eHarmony. What does one blog about? What do you want to read about? I don’t read these. Random thoughts of my mundane day? Mundane squared? Are blogs some avenue for people to express themselves and their take on the world that generally goes unnoticed? Probably for good reason I say. What crowd do I try to reach? Do you write to impress? Do I start blogging about the gourmet dinners I make? About the fancy tiramisu I made with Jules the other day in home ec?
Or do I keep it real and write about how I handle a blender like the conductor of the Boston symphonic. Chug a beer faster than gravity. Or do you just go on random Seinfeld like rants? Whaaats the deeeaaal with aaiirrplane peeeanuts? Whats the ddeeeaaall with pop up ads? Is the end result of blogging just solidifying to your base readers, most who already know you, that you have time on your hands?
Do I really want so start documenting things that can just be linked back to me at some future point? In the realm of those stupid asses on Facebook/Myspace who post college photos of them doing gravity bongs in their basement wash tub and Krissy wrestling with her friend Katelin in their panties back after bar close because they are going cray-zay that evening and then wonder why upon graduation their resume, post background check, says hello to the paper shredder faster than a Lohan rehab stint.
I truly enjoyed the pics of your warlocks from your infamous night out former Miss Nevada, but those can’t be helping you out right now. I try to stay off the grid as much as possible. A Blockbuster account was a stretch.
With so many other talented writers out there, why should I encourage someone to spend their precious time reading my random thoughts? I guess because I’ve got some good stories and a knack for putting my foot in my mouth. I think all can enjoy some humor in that, and I enjoy sharing when I can. In an elective poetry class in college, Uncle Monty was odd man out, a chipper business student surrounded entirely by English majors and a morbid teacher, weak from a diet of booze and marb reds. Boxeaters, manhaters, emus, cutters with black boots and fingernails, all writing about death, breakups, their periods and the bleakest outlook on humanity a sheltered private University student can offer…I aced the class with poems about Jerry Springer, getting shot down, fear of our impending NASCAR nation and my gigantic tool of a roommate. Making some of the creepies laugh for probably the first time in a while. So, if you want to keep reading about the little slivers of gold that keep me going and a few good stories, I’ll do what I can to crack a smile with a glimpse into my days. I hope you enjoy.