Its the fourth post ladies and gentlemen. Thank you, I know. Its good to be back. Or is it? I just listened to Tori Amos 'A Sorta Fairytale' and now I just feel a bit depressed, frankly. I think I'll skip this and move onto the next blog post.
Or would that be waste of what is going to be the only ever Fourth Post I ever write? It would indeed be a shame not to write a Fourth Post, a wasted opportunity to stamp my authority on this particular post, before rushing off prematurely to the next, tentatively called 'Fifth Post'. Fine, alright then - I will write a Fourth Post, if only to appease my small army of readers. By army, I mean 'absolutely nobody whatsoever'. Thats the glory of the internet. Its the most populated place on earth, growing by 6 million pages a week, and yet one can be utterly alone. Its kinda nice actually, but also a bit pointless.
My Fourth Post is turning out to be somewhat of a disappointment to me, like a second child that doesn't match up to the first, and who you can't bring yourself to admit that you wish you'd stopped at just the one. Or a second sandwich you order because you are still hungry, but by the time it arrives the first has gone down a bit and you aren't really that hungry but you have to eat it because it would be embarrassing if you sent it back, so you plough on, even though its got pickles in it and you don't really like pickles. Or when you're at a party and stuck talking to someone you don't like, but there are two people you do like next to you having a separate conversation which you would prefer to be involved in, so you try and listen to their conversation in the hope you can swap conversations, but then you realise the person you are actually talking to has asked you a question and you don't what he has just asked, and its all a bit awkward.
My Fourth Post is a bit like all of that.
Or would that be waste of what is going to be the only ever Fourth Post I ever write? It would indeed be a shame not to write a Fourth Post, a wasted opportunity to stamp my authority on this particular post, before rushing off prematurely to the next, tentatively called 'Fifth Post'. Fine, alright then - I will write a Fourth Post, if only to appease my small army of readers. By army, I mean 'absolutely nobody whatsoever'. Thats the glory of the internet. Its the most populated place on earth, growing by 6 million pages a week, and yet one can be utterly alone. Its kinda nice actually, but also a bit pointless.
My Fourth Post is turning out to be somewhat of a disappointment to me, like a second child that doesn't match up to the first, and who you can't bring yourself to admit that you wish you'd stopped at just the one. Or a second sandwich you order because you are still hungry, but by the time it arrives the first has gone down a bit and you aren't really that hungry but you have to eat it because it would be embarrassing if you sent it back, so you plough on, even though its got pickles in it and you don't really like pickles. Or when you're at a party and stuck talking to someone you don't like, but there are two people you do like next to you having a separate conversation which you would prefer to be involved in, so you try and listen to their conversation in the hope you can swap conversations, but then you realise the person you are actually talking to has asked you a question and you don't what he has just asked, and its all a bit awkward.
My Fourth Post is a bit like all of that.
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