Seriously, guess.
I remember now why I rarely blog. Going over my entries is torturous; who the fuck lets me out of the house each day? I'm self-deprecating, awkward, and write like I'm trying to imitate Helen Fielding. Not that her writing is bad. I can only claim half of the British-neurotic double threat. Guess which half.
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Dude, tell me about it. My blog has long since devolved into a pity party for my own neuroses. I'm thinking every day more and more of just gutting it and saying goodbye to my virtual clothesline.
That said, I like your blog. Your entries always seem to have a reason for existing. Mine, not so much.
I like both styles of writing. You both have unique voices that need to be heard. I can't write about anything on my blog, though. I just have pissing contests with other bloggers.
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