sometimes i wonder why i blog.
is it for myself? i don't know that i particularly like to write (although i do enjoy writing in this sort of format). writing is usually something i have a battle with.
i like to entertain, but often my entries are not very entertaining (see june- sept. of this year, to be sure).
is it for other people to read? maybe, but i don't get a lot of readership, and everyone that does read it is forced into it but my constant hints ("i'd tell you that story, but you know, you can just read about it on my blog").
is it to keep track of things? that would be nice, but just a few weeks ago i was scouring the archives for hints of when the hell i last got my period, but i don't seem to talk much about my period on this site (you can all be grateful). i do like being able to read back about things, especially the last few weeks of my grandpa's life. it's written down so i don't miss some of the little details i could have forgotten.
quite frankly, i don't know that i really know why i blog. but i do. a lot. it never takes long and it's probably a little of all of these reasons. in a week, my blog turns one. i'm thinking of registering it somewhere. target, maybe?