This blog is for me

Literally, this blog is for me. I find that since I started this here little corner of for-me-ness, I have a running list of entries, from about getting-on-the-bus o'clock, until arriving-at-the-office o'clock in the morning, and somtimes at other times, but usually when I'm reading or have just read. In fact, that tidbit just written was composed in idea form at least a few days ago.

I enjoy the fact that I'm more thinky now that I have a blog. Hang on, I'm not really, as my lists will attest, I have lists of little catch phrases that I'd like to piss people off with, such as the one I thought of last week: 'lesbians are ugly', and hope one day to put them on t-shirts and sell them to extremely jaded cynical people.

I should eat, it's close to lunch time at the moment. It's actually past the time I could have started eating, but as usual I've been preoccupied when the 11 o'clock hour strikes.

But I want to finish this thought train. So I, wishing I had all the time in the world and a computer that could read directly from directed brainwaves (not the random less than directed thoughts, mind) and capture such things forever, for my own enjoyment in later years, or minutes, or for progeny.

I still haven't written my little concurrence with Marx.