The Monkey Exhibit

I know one outlook on weblogs is that they are like an online diary. You just write whatever you want and who cares what anyone else thinks. For some reason I don’t feel like this is jut my diary; a script no one should read. I’ve never been interested in having a diary. Never had one as a child, never had one as a teenager. No, my goal in life is to amuse. Sometimes, in between my attempts to amuse, I do write the more blase entries, keeping people up on events in my life or sharing a religious thought. This is not exactly the norm, however.

What I’m trying to say is, please tell anyone you know who may enjoy some or all of my writing to check out my website. This is my lonely plea for help.

Comments are always encouraged, even sought after (good or bad), but at the same time, don’t feel pressured to write something, “just make sure i’m around when you’ve finally got something to say” (Toad).