...with you, bloggy blog, is just getting too overwhelming for me. I can't take the trouble you've been putting me through for years and years. Make one, delete it. Make another, delete it. Over and over again I beat a dead horse in trying to keep this love alive. Over and over again, you disappoint me. We go all the way back to Myspace, that bastion of glitter pics and ever-critical top eight friend lists. I tried to blog there. It's such a silly word. Bluh-ogg. Kind of like blah. Something that comes from the gut. Vomit. Puke. BLARGH. It all comes out in the wash. Useless words on computer screens and now cell phone screens to placate all our free time. You sit there and antagonize me so. Why? Why would you do that to me? I thought I could trust you. Throw my thoughts at you. Dreams, visions, complaints. You were my easel. My canvas. What went wrong? Let's start from the beginning. Not Myspace, but back much further than that. Let's go back to the dawn of ...