Why I haven’t been writing. 27 June, 2009

I hate blogs-as-travel-logs.

There is nothing more annoying and more boring in the world than the blogger who uses this wonderful creation of the internet weblog to inform the world of what they had for breakfast. Sorry people, that’s what Twitter is for (and I use it as such). When I see that a friend has updated her blog (since I really don’t know any guys who blog, sad to say), feelings of dread and apprehension envelop my mind as I picture the horror that might await my unsuspecting eyes:

Example 1: “I ate a grapefruit today!!!! It was SOOOOO good!!!!”

I don’t care that you had a grapefruit and that it was SOOOOOO good. Where did you get said grapefruit? Did you steal it off a neighbor’s tree? Did you accidentally drop it in your cat’s food dish right after you cut it? After you ate it, did you go into anaphylatic shock due to some unknown allergy? Give me more details, or don’t write at all.

Example 2: “I’m 2 cm dilated, so the baby should be coming any day now!!!! [insert other gross details here]“

Wow. TMI, much? As much as I may or may not be excited about your pending spawn, I do NOT want to read all about what’s going on in your nether regions. End of story.

I know I can be guilty of travel-logging sometimes, but what’s a girl to do? I just want to share the deets about my fantastic life with the world, and what better way than through a step-by-step guide to each and every day of my life?

I now leave you with this gratuitous picture of myself, in my new Anthro purchases: