I don't know what this will be about. I don't really care either. (Apparently, neither do you. You're reading a blog for fucks sake. You don't care about ANYTHING.) I think that's the point of a blog, to "uncensor" yourself somehow and not really care. Is there something enticing about offering the Internet, and by extension humanity in its entirety, your vulnerabilities and opening yourself up to the opportunity to be judged and belittled while also, hopefully, being rewarded with some reassurance that someone is out there that, on at least some almost insignificant level, cares about what you think and feel? I don't know. Probably.
(I may add the word "musings" in some capacity to the blog description. Would that be going overboard?)
Do I have anything to write about? Is there some master plan to all of this to which I'm the benevolent architect? No. But here I am. I write because the Internet Age allows me to. (The spirit of Oscar Wilde would be pissed if he wasn't too busy sucking cocks.)
