I Drank the Coolaid

It seems that I've willingly been thrust into the world of blogging. I have drank the coolaid. Like many habits that are quite possibly destructive, it feels pretty good for now. Though it won't be long until friends stop seeing me, parents can't find me, and the only conversation I can have is a written, cyber one. People will look the other way as they pass by my room to avoid the stench of a moldy, unclean room who's door has not been opened since the day a first blog was spawned. My children won't know their father past the glow of a cyber-sun, that is, of course, if I can find the time to steal away from the computer a few precious seconds to actually conceive a child with a woman who is obviously mentally... "slow"... enough to believe our shell of a marriage, which consists of blog chats, eviction notices, store trips to buy microwave pizzas and soda, and the occasional bowel movement is actually a marriage. Soon I will become the very thing I hate the most which is... people who talk in AIM lingo...... Ok maybe I won't get THAT crazy.