Don't read this.

Between Cursive and Damien Jurado there is a song that makes me cry. Over the past week or so, I've been slowly learning the truth of that old adage, that "it takes a village to raise a child," though I won't say anything more about that. See, I suppose that's what good writers do, they write cryptic phrases that the reader must then sort-out. Well, that's what I just did there.

Anyway, I guess I don't know why I'm writing this stupid blog. This thing started out on my stupid myspace page, but I decided to move it to my stupid blogspot page, because if you blog too much on myspace, people start to think that you're, I don't know, needy, or self-absorbed.

The truth is I'm just lonely. and I've been quiet for the past year, I've been alone for the past year. I might eventually try to turn these words into lyrics for a song I'll never sing to anyone but my cat. I don't have a cat anymore. I'm happy about that.

I think at this point it would be appropriate for you to ask yourself the question of why you're reading this. But you know what, the funny thing is, I wrote that just there, obviously, with the expectation that someone would eventually read this, and then, hopefully at least, ask themselves that very question. It occurs to me now, however, that no one is ever going to read that, and that question will remain unasked, and unanswered.

I think I'm done. Oh, the song, by the way, is "Surprise, AZ" as sung by Cynthia G. Mason.