Its my birthday. I like people knowing when its my birthday. So I thought I should just let you know that.
Its probably the ‘baby of the family’ thing. I like the attention.
Seeing as its my birthday, I get a free rant…
The blogosphere is largely a cold and lonely place at the minute. I mean, no-one is writing anything. Even I have been reduced to pretentious displays of my poetic ramblings into situations very few people would understand.
I say ‘no-one’, but really that means no-one is writing stuff I understand plus the actually rather limited scope of my whole blog-community is hardly worldwide.
I say ‘even I’, but really that’s hardly surprising considering one of my first offerings on the alter of self-adulation expression was a poem about a teddy bear. Hardly the groundbreaking stuff this world needs.
At which point I need to remind myself of the humble beginnings of this blog were tagged as the ‘random musings of a self-confessed un-intellectual’ (from which heated disagreements quickly ensued).(I say ‘heated’, but really I mean mildly spiced in a coconut and buttery non-heating korma curry kind of way).
Thus it is I come full circle and present to you this random musing from me in my small corner. And you HAVE to like it because its MY birthday.