My blog postings have gotten really generic and boring. It is almost as if the part of my brain that controls my ability to write witty and inspired paragraphs has taken a vacation (perhaps it's trying to get the rest of me to come along for the ride).
It doesn't help matters that my girlfriend teaches writing/composition at a local college. I never know when my writing might fall under her strict scrutiny. Not that she would ever "grade" my posts, but I still feel compelled to impress her with everything I do.
I suppose that is just the nature of the male. Much like apes in the jungle pounding their chests or a peacock spreading it's ass-feathers (I don't know the technical term), all we men want is a little recognition from the women who love us. Jaclyn does a very good job at continually making me feel needed and important. Bless her heart.
Should I just continue to rattle on and on about the excruciating minutia of every day life, or should I only post when I have something interesting to say? Lately it's been the latter because I have been unable to even relate those daily observations in an entertaining manner.
Sigh. The tortured soul of the creative.
As you were.
There are few things that bug me more than some fool throwing his or her cigarette butt out of their car window.
