WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?

2 weeks ago, there was a blogging frenzy.
"I have a blog!" Michael Kwon told me, posting the link to his blog.
"I have been forced to get a blog!" Huma Sayiida exclaimed, posting the link on my facebook page.
"I'm .. going to write 'bout youuu .. on my online journal!" jeered the drunken man in Times Square, pointing to me.
I guess someone told him all about how I've been forcing people [more like blackmail, with a hint of begging] to get blogs.
Frankly, however, the lack of updates is absurd. The following is a conversation between me and myself about this disaster of epic proportions.

Paula: This is a disaster of epic proportions.
Paula: Yes, the lack of updates is absurd. Almost as absurd as that hideous granny dress you wore 2 weeks ago.
Paula: I thought we agreed never to speak of that again.
Paula: You agreed. I said nothing.
Paula: We are the same person! Naturally, if you agreed, I agreed as well.
Paula: Enough of this nonsense. I am getting a headache.
Paula: Me, too.

ON TO OTHER ISSUES OF GALACTIC IMPORTANCE: me.

well, not me, really. blogging. my blogging. as in this thing that i do, that you're reading right now. i'm beginning to think it's fairly pointless. as in, being done for no one. largely like my mother's cooking - the woman stays at the stove 3 hours a day, produces burnt meat and charred potatoes that my sister and i carefully discard into our napkins.
that being said - is anyone reading this baby? this carefully constructed blog that i update when i remember - or more like when someone says, "hey, paula. how 'bout updating that blog that you have?" often, they're met with a quizzical expression. "what blog?"
and then i remember. this blog.
"OH!" I say, "smacking my forehead. THIS BLOG. yes, i will."
and i do, as you can see.
so leave me a comment if you think i should.
update it, that is.
or else this will become an abandoned hobby. much like those 15 or so diaries that are floating somewhere around the pacific ocean. or maybe someone's read them. maybe someone's taking pleasure in my 7 page diary, reading every curse, and devouring every complaint.
i can only hope.
OKAY LEAVE A COMMENT WITH YOUR OPINION.
kisses!