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.
One response to “Its all about ME”
“The blogosphere is largely a cold and lonely place at the minute. I mean, no-one is writing anything.”
Happy birthday. But I want you to know you’ve made me cry.
Or have you got the wrong URL again?