"Ants are all over my head, man!"
So I can't think of what to talk about. And you might say, "Why bother posting then?" And my response is look, if I start slacking on my post-every-day plan when I don't think I have anything to say, I'll probably stop posting altogether because I never feel like I have anything interesting to talk about these days. Especially when I'm still tired and sick. And the post-every-day plan is an attempt to pretend I'm not a total hermit. Right?
I've posted about Supergirl, I've posted about knitting, I've posted about politics, I don't post about my work, and I've posted about a hundred million posts about how sick I am, judging from the size of "immune system fail" in my tag cloud.
It's hard to judge sometimes what other people might give a shit about. You know? Sometimes I post something I think is interesting and it gets no comments. Other times I post something offhand and the comments pile in. It's been that way as long as I've had this LJ (holy crap, eight and a half years?).
Well, internets? What could I post about that might result in shits being given?
I've posted about Supergirl, I've posted about knitting, I've posted about politics, I don't post about my work, and I've posted about a hundred million posts about how sick I am, judging from the size of "immune system fail" in my tag cloud.
It's hard to judge sometimes what other people might give a shit about. You know? Sometimes I post something I think is interesting and it gets no comments. Other times I post something offhand and the comments pile in. It's been that way as long as I've had this LJ (holy crap, eight and a half years?).
Well, internets? What could I post about that might result in shits being given?