Milestone, or a mile of stones

This is my 100th blog. It also happens to be the 4th of Nov, and therefore the fourth month of blogging. I started on July 4th, for those of you who hate to subtract.

Being my 100th blog is cause for contemplation.

If I were a presidency, people would be saying how I didn't live up to my promises.

If I were a sitcom, I would have a lucrative syndication deal now, and my next few years would suck before I was put out to pasture with a very special episode.

I thought to bring the contemplation theme to this post, I would first go back and read the beginnings of the past four months. This is what that excersise has told me.

Nothing has really changed.

In July, I was occupied with who I am, and how do I get sex. Girls seemed daunting.

In August, I was occupied with who I am, and how awful the show was. Funny seemed daunting.

In September, I was occupied with who I am, and how miserable life is. Nights alone seemed daunting.

In October, I was occupied with who I am, and how do I get it on with a girl I can't have. My roommate situation seemed daunting.

In the past few posts, I have mentioned ALL of these things!

Wow, really glad I am writing to work all this shit OUT of my system.

These days, I think to myself, why don't I get anymore readers? Well, when it is the same thing month after month, nobody wants to read it! Gary Trudeau, are you listening?

So, I am vowing, here and now, to bring something fresh into my blog.

Like, I could start to talk about, uhm, maybe that, no, not that. Ooh, how about the way I think, uhm, no, not really different. Oh, I got it, that, uhm, thingy, you know, the way life is when, uhm, well, huh?

Ah, skip it.

So, who needs an audience.

I'll just play the one note.

I guess this is like a presidency rather than a sitcom.