It's nights like these I wish existed more. It's raining, a cold wind is passing through and I am stuck inside at 11PM at my desk with the glow of my lamp warming me up. If you are reading this you are either (a) really interested in what I've got to say or (b) really bored. Both work fine, depending on your personality, and depending on wheather or not you have read some of my past blogs before. If you have then you're either (a) really curious to when I am going to get to my point or (b) wondering why I keep giving you two choices. Both work fine again, I s'pose.
But ANYWAY, what I've realy got to say about me more or less. I don't want to hear any complaints about this author (that being me) because if you are really inerested in what I've got to say then you will probably be at brunch with one of your friends. You will casually discuss my critisism againt Britney Spears or untalented Hollywood stars. Or, (perhaps?) you will discuss what I've got to say about the world in general. Then your friend will begin to say how much he cannot stand my style -- as in how I am telling you this -- and then your cellphone will ring, and yuo will agree to meet someone for dinner.
So ANYWAYS, that is pretty much what you can expect from me, or you perhaps (half) expected more than what you've read. And then after you read this you will ponder why I did not post this blog first. I think maybe I'll leave that one up for you. Because you are either (a) really intelligent and understand why or (b) really unintellegant and never comprehend what I am here to say. Both work, I guess.
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