So I started browsing some profiles and I find that it is common for blog posts to be structured with incomplete sentences and a bit of abstract. I'm not judging that's fine, not my style but it's interesting I suppose. I'm sure there is reason or just preference. I write these blog entries like someone is actually reading them. Though it is very unlikely anyone is going to read this post I do like writing them. Kind of like that thing about the tree faliing in the woods but instead of no one being there I am the only one around only to find out that it makes an unexpected sound like a moo or something. No one would believe it but it'd still be true. I have to get around to posting some pictures soon. I'll see about getting some of me, plus some other stuff people might like. My chinchilla is photogenic I'll post some of him as well.
Well, before I wrap this up I'll try my hand at the afore mentioned style of blog post.
Still remembering even today. Wasn't that long ago. I saw her and I wanted to look longer but was afraid she'd see me. A me she wouldn't like. Staring is rude. I was lucky, but still wanted more. Then the other. She has such a beautiful smile. I couldn't make her laugh. I couldn't talk to her. She like her would see the wrong me. Why is the better me so short, always hidden.
How'd I do? I think I assimilated the fragment sentences OK although I had to use proper punctuation as well as capitilizing where necessary. It's just my style. Uh oh here is some more.
Taken, it figures. Others have what I want too often. I don't want them because they have them, the desire is there before I see them in others hands. It's my fault. Not really, but I don't blame others.
Well, I'll go now. Getting about that time to call it a night. Plus I don't want to make myself sad. Goodnight all.
Well, before I wrap this up I'll try my hand at the afore mentioned style of blog post.
Still remembering even today. Wasn't that long ago. I saw her and I wanted to look longer but was afraid she'd see me. A me she wouldn't like. Staring is rude. I was lucky, but still wanted more. Then the other. She has such a beautiful smile. I couldn't make her laugh. I couldn't talk to her. She like her would see the wrong me. Why is the better me so short, always hidden.
How'd I do? I think I assimilated the fragment sentences OK although I had to use proper punctuation as well as capitilizing where necessary. It's just my style. Uh oh here is some more.
Taken, it figures. Others have what I want too often. I don't want them because they have them, the desire is there before I see them in others hands. It's my fault. Not really, but I don't blame others.
Well, I'll go now. Getting about that time to call it a night. Plus I don't want to make myself sad. Goodnight all.