"Why Writing Up About My Life is Always a Bad Idea"
I've recently stubbled onto several blogs by friends who have in the tradition of cohersive forces have made blogs about their lives. I've been wondering why i can't do the same. The answer's pretty obvious - my life is filled with unspeakables. I can't tell you who or what the last job was. I can't tell you what was the last hit i had and why i did it. Life isn't that simple as "oh my god.. the car stopped!" I sometimes wished it was. Thus, my apologies to those to read this blog. You'll learn nothing about my life... unless you want to the global mob after you, or my magnum to your head.. and no i'm not talking about ice cream here.
Sometimes i wish i was normal like everyone else. I dont want to sleep with knives under my pillow.
so you see... you'd probably agree that blogging about my life's a pretty bad idea...
thank you.