I am a lazy bastard

No really it's true. I can't deny the fact that I am obscenely lazy. Slothful one might say. I could certainly see my degree of slothfulness ensuring me a VIP pass to hell after I die should that be your belief. I don't know if it's mine, but I do know that I am lazy on a biblical scale.

(Really the spellcheck had no fucking problem with slothfulness, but the myriad of legitimate words that I have seen rejected with that red, squiggly mark of error. Fuck me squiggly made it through unmarked too. Stupid spell check denies my ou's but allows squiggly. You can tell an American coded this. I gave the contents of these parenthesis their own paragraph cause it got a bit outta control midway through the second sentence when it became longer that the whole post preceding it.)

Anyway back to my reason for posting. It really wasn't so I could tell you how lazy I am since I'm still certain this blog is read only by people who know me personally, and you should already have a pretty good clue. Actually this post was brought to you from a variety of sources.

I have been feeling a slight niggling sensation (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/niggling) whenever I read my friend's blog because he was doing so well for posting on a regular basis at which point my regular posting stopped. This also happened to be around the time I started playing Worlds of Warcraft again. I know I have a problem, but it's okay. I can live with my addiction. Additionally one of my coworkers mentioned tonight that he read my blog which at first scared the fuck out of me because I did not recall giving him the URL, and I don't remember having any blackouts. I don't suppose I would remember having blackouts. Aren't blackouts absence of memory? Can you remember not remembering something? But since no police have shown up at my door questioning me about missing children I feel it's safe to assume I haven't been having any more blackouts, and I won't have to move again. Which is good. I like it here. I live across from a park. The children play in the park..... What too far? Yeah probably, but what can you do? Anyway creepy non sequitur aside I remembered that I had posted the link to this blog on my Facebook profile. This means that people might actually read this thing after all.

I'll be honest when you're writing a blog, and you're pretty sure the only two people who read it live in the same house, and you call them on a pretty regular basis well that kinda defeats the purpose of writing a blog right? Since I do actually enjoy writing for the sake of it sometimes (read while high) I shall again make a real effort to continue updating my blog. I'm sure it won't take long to disgust, and scare away what limited readership I do have. What can I say? I find horrible and offensive things funny. Is that so bad really?

So yeah Plan B is to update this blog on a regular basis. I can't tell you what Plan A is because I'd hate for my blog to be used as evidence to prosecute me later. I can tell you it has nothing to do with that park across the street from my apartment, and those sweet sweet.... I mean fuck, this interview is over.