I can't figure out what you're for, blog. I confess that my life seems far too boring to commit to the internet for perusing. So then, creative writing!
Then 10 posts later I become paranoid that someone, somewhere, is going to steal what I wrote. I deleted quite a few posts of my original writing from this baby. Now it's safely on my laptop, where only I can look at it. But that seems wrong too.
Most of the blogs that I read are cooking. Cooking blogs suck me in like nothing else can, because oh goodness do I love to cook and bake and generally waste time in the kitchen. Who needs a watch when the stove has a clock, eh? That's me, single-handedly pulling a fast one on feminism.
I could crack jokes. But that seems like a waste of blog space.
Then again, so is this rambling.
But I'm going to hit the publish button anyway. Because it's my blog, and because I can.
So there.
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