You ever decide that you'd probably never do something, partially because of the awaiting death of the fad-dom of it, partially because it means you have to commit to do something?
Like wanting a pet when you're a kid just because your friend has one. Oh sure, you spend the weekend at a sleepover, s/he has this wickedly awesome pet that does tricks, is friendly, plays and is too cute, and then you leave saying "I gotta get one!!" Then you get it, disregarding your parents' voices of mutual "Well, it's a LOT of responsibility. YOU'll be the one to take care of it. We won't be helping." and all that crap. And y'know what? They were right. You never tell them, but the bugger of a pet is a pain in the ass. It eats, shits, smells, gets in the way, demands attantion, wreaks havok, and generally takes away your previous life of luxurious freedom from caretaking.
I'm hoping this is not what this Blog will become. No promises.
Well, one promise - after it begins to starve for attention, my mom will not be taking my place feeding it.
