I Finially Drank The Vodka And Slit My Wrists
Published 2.9.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post
My own worst nightmare, has become my reality. My posts have become infrequent, and when I do finally post, it is boring and dull. I routinely have nothing funny or even vaguely amusing to say, instead I prattle about trivial annoying subjects.
My blog is no longer a witness to my life, or even notes of my life. It is whatever leftover thought processes I might have at the end of a long day, scraped out of the cavern I call my head. Sadly, it still MIGHT be a witness to my life, because my life has become insanely dull and tedious. As you can see, when I do write, I frequently contradict myself.
My trademark scathing humor seems to have disappeared somewhere, leaving behind a giggling little girl who cannot crack a joke to save her life. And when she does try, it is the same tired lines over and over again.
Do not think this is limited to my blog, it is me as a person. For the past month and a half.
My sister has eclipsed me in blog hits. The one thing I took pride and comfort in was the fact people were actually reading. And frankly, I don't blame them for no longer reading. For my blog can only now be taken the same way I used to eat my oatmeal: drowned in sugar and disguised.
I think it is quite safe to say now that the time has come for me to cease my online prattlings. Lay to rest the tired corpse of my blogging self.
If you will--I have drunk the vodka and slit my wrists of my blog. The life has sufficiently been drained out of it.
Rest In Peace, Sweet Porkchop.
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