Myself Getting The Best Of Me, Where Was I

I've got multiple balls in the air right now and not really in the mood to wow you with my stinging wit and deep insights. So enjoy these couple of pages from my sketch pad.

Who am I kidding? I'm the only one reading this. I don't get the impression, hell evidence, that anyone else is reading my blog. It is like what I do most of the time when I'm by myself...I talk and carry on elaborate conversations...just with me. That's what this blog has become, just more of me talking to myself. I see so many other blogs out there that have

engaged followers. One's that comment and add to the blogger's dialog. A lot of the comments that have been posted on my blog are posted by me.

So I guess if I don't want to talk to myself or if myself doesn't want to hear from me, it is up to me to Shut the Fuck UP!!!!
Myself starts whispering in the back of my head, "then just shut up."
"Okay, Okay...I hear you loud and clear. It's not like I have nothing to do!", responds Me.
Myself barks back, "THEN STOP TYPING!! JUST STOP!"
"It's like I can't. I have to respond, I can't let Myself have the last word.", says Me
"Idiot!", retorts Myself, "Your just a sad little idiot."
"Well Fuck you too, you self absorbed, control freak!!", Me shouts as he clicks save and publishes the blog post.

Where the hell was I during all this?

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