A Journal About Journals
Of course this is the inevitable post. The "Why I never write in this damn thing" post. I went to the Barnes and Noble yesterday, and there staring back at me from the shelves were these pages and pages of empty Journals waiting to be written. And they all look so damn cool! But I've done this before. I buy one of these schmancy things and start writing, but then I grow weary and stop. Then I try one of these online things figuring that the less work means more writing. I'm wrong. Let's face it, I just can never keep up with these things.

But there is always a time for change. Like if I vow, and vow as in slice my hand open and bleed on the keyboard for an oath kind of vow, then I have to do it. I can't let the public down. They demand completely useless crap at a weekly if not daily level. And by god they will get it.

Things you think of talking to Pat III
Pat's father asked him what he wanted for Christmas. Pat said Hitler.