Fourteen

I have 14 months of blogs. 14! In those 14 months I haven't really actually said anything. Sure there are a few that might have been good, had some meaning, or were insightful - but not many. Most days I wonder why I have a blog at all. When asked why I blog, I usually just shrug my shoulders. It has just become a whining place, one of the many whining places I have build over the years. You would think I could just whine one place, and leave everyone else alone. But no, I whine on the phone to my mom, whine to my ex-door neighbor at work, whine to my counselor, whine to my small group, whine to my dog. I should grow up already and just take life as it comes and shut the hell up.

On another note: why do crappy things always happen to the nice people? Not one jerk I know is having a hard time in life. And every kind person I know is having a rough go of things.