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Can't...skip...blog...!

The thing doesn't feel like a chore yet. Not just yet. I read something on this here site I think yesterday. Someone asked who the imaginary audience is when you write. I thought really hard about it, and tried to find some sort of way to make the question not apply to me. Because that is what I do. I don't know why I'm like that, but I don't feel like anything applies to me, rules especially, but I digress.

So, my imagined audience. Try as I might, the question did apply. Who the hell am I talking to? It isn't no one. I suppose I expect someone to read this travesty of conscious thought. But maybe there is an aloof enough way to do this without thinking of an audience. Maybe I don't have an audience, and it ends up being an online journal. But, if i kept a diary, I surely would pass it around to people and tell them to check it out. So I put some stuff in here, but not anything too personal that I wouldn't want people to read. So I have an audience. Maybe. Still don't know who it is. I'll go with that.

Maybe the anonymity of it all makes it appealing. Like a digital confession booth of sorts. Whatever. I'm not sure I'm doing this right. I'd better go look at some other blogs and see what randomness they are up to. Maybe they are as ridiculous as mine. Maybe they will be the coolest thing I've ever read. I know this isn't...