Just terrible

I'm incredibly bad at blogging.

It was the same when I was a kid. Every year I'd get a new diary for my birthday. And throughout the year, I'd forget to write in it.

Probably much to the chagrin of my mother, who purchased them so she could come into my bedroom and read them later. Ha.

It's not that I don't want to blog. I do.

It's not that I have nothing to say. That's crazy-talk. Much like the stuff I have to say.

I just forget to do it sometimes.

And by sometimes, I mean a lot. All the time. Years have gone by in some cases.

Anyway, I'm avoiding doing other things today so I thought perhaps, I'd write this. It's a start. I think.

(Not really. What a waste of space.)