The 100th post

Really.

I started this blog to alleviate some of the boredom I felt while working in my past position at my current place of employment. I was fresh out of a marriage, struggling to find a means to a divorce, re-adjusting to the complications that came with my return to my parents abode and generally dissatisfied with my life and past decisions.

It was a means of escape from the drivel of everyday tasks and a form of entertainment for myself. Although at the time, no one I knew was really reading what I spent my time writing, it was fulfilling in a slightly self-occupied, you're-so-vain-this-song-is-totally-about-you way.

And then somehow people started reading this.

I would like to say that it was my alluring charm and amazing manipulation of the English language and yes, I am particularly deluded at times, but I know the lure of this blog. Its entrance into a life that is not your own. For the same reason I've committed myself to the daily intoxication of several other blogs and sit on my ass Sunday nights watching the re-runs of 'Living Lohan', you are reading me. Me and my disjointed sentences that would make my English professor weep. Me and my crippling flaws and evident shortcomings. Me in the most basic way you can have me.

So to all of my Internet voyeurs, I just wanted to say thanks. That's it. Just a thanks. And if you were slightly more inclined, a many thanks. And to the 67 people who have me bookmarked, comment with your phone number because that type of commitment deserves something a little more. A leg hump, perhaps.