Well, here I am. Trying to blog, I mean, glob, yet again. I have always found globbing (yes, I will continue to call it that) to be a lot like keeping a diary. Unfortunately, I suck at keeping diaries. I've kept many in my lifetime and I always end up hating myself years later when I go back and read what I've written.
To me, diaries are just an excuse to remember what an idiot you were.
I'm hoping that globbing can be different. I figure that knowing that several people might read whatever I spew out here my keep me under control, so I don't get too emotional. I recall having one diary entirely dedicated to my poetry. I call it my "Blue Period." I think I put it down for about a year and when I went back and read it I believe I shredded it on the spot. Pathetic. That's what it is.
Anyway, I thought this was a pretty momentous occasion. Me, globbing. I wanted to come up with a Haiku about it, but sadly, all I came up with was this:
Got a little glob
So I do not do my job
I shall call it Bob.
I name almost everything Bob or George.
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