Am I Famous Now…

Thinking that a blog might change my life and give it a new reason to struggle, was obviously the wrong idea. Once more it was proven that I am not the person who has the best ideas. Slapstick, sarcasm, depressions and drugs should sell, just as sex does or am I wrong there ? At least this was what I thought. But just as I usually ay to other peolple, I should also let other ones do the thinking. Here I am now, online with an online diary. Cool, isn’t it. But who wants to read my crap and why am I writing. To click other blogs and see even more bullshit or just top loose Battles of Blogs at blogexplosion?

Every day now I surf true loads of blogs collecting trafficexchange and hoping I might get some readers. But do I actually care about them ? NO, because no I even have to consider writing occasionally a new post in my diary. Damn why do people share their diary and don’t go to the shrink ?

Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone had his blog and noone read them, just like a little girlies diary, protected by a lock. Find the virtual hairpin to open the diary of your little sister ! But actually it is funny, there is some real good crap outside, some crap I would definetly like to download. SIck and horrible, funny and witty, just my blog… Well that one isn’t improving my life. All over I see people desperate for readers and thinking :: shall I post a picture with nekkid boobs ? Shall I start begging for other writers ? Gee, if you don’t know what to write and can’t be consistent in your blog, start telling us something that might intrest us. Yes we all love free porn, especially if we can participate at it, but I don’t give a fuck about all the 1D-tits you post online. Even pussy-pics don’t bother me, no if I want sex, I go out and meet people, real people. You know, those you can speak with and if you fancy them, and they fancy you, you might even touch or kiss them. Already tried frenchkissing your flatscreen you desperate geek ?

Actually this blog is really good for me. I really don’t seem to be that sick as I thought, maybe now my shrink might take me back. Just that sad that I don’t have time for him, because I prefer going out as sitting in his office and asking him loads off questions, especially about how his relationship is going on, and if his son finally started doing well. Last time he didn’t really like it. By the way, I feel that if I go out this week-end I might finally satisfy Tara, and will write something nice. Yes blogexplosion, after you already gave me a stamp profanity, you will soon give me a stamp adult as well. But I don’t really care, and don’t hope getting more visitors either. If this happens it just means I had a nice fuck some days before…