It seems like ages since I made an entry. I’ve been quite busy to say the least. Part of the reason why I haven’t posted either is because I’ve had a mad case of writer’s block. How can this be if my blog is about anything that pops into my head you ask? Obvious “Jesse’s head is empty” jokes aside, I would have to hypothesize that it’s not my lack of ideas, but rather the plethora of inane ideas that I create. None of which I deem appropriate for my blog. There is a reason why I am being a bit more careful with what I post.
I recently installed a stat counter in my blog so I can keep tabs on traffic that my blog generates. I can find out which words are being searched on Google that lead to my blog. Well, what I’ve discovered is quite shocking. People are searching inappropriate sexual terms and fantasies…and being lead to my blog! This blog has never been sexual in any way (or at least intended to be) but when I label my first cobra sighting as “I had my cherry popped today” I got a bunch of perverts stumbling upon my blog. [I know that by typing that in now I will probably get more hits…note to perverts: This ain’t what you’re looking for]. Therefore, I have felt that I need to be much more careful with what I put up here.
This is why I have had a lack of entries of late. No longer can I jot down whatever is in my head. The other week I dreamt I accidentally killed a man and I was trying to figure out ways to hide the evidence so I wouldn’t go to jail for this freak accident (It was a dream people!). I was so worried about being a story on Forensic Files and racked my brain as to ways I could pull this off (a dream, honestly). Well, if I were to write about that dream in depth here, I’m sure LAPD and/or the FBI would be knocking on my door demanding to know where the body is. Again people, let’s be clear, I have not harmed anyone/anything. It was just a dream [If you don’t believe me, the guy I shot in the head (I don’t own a gun) walked around with me for hours with a bullet lodged in his head (and no blood) working out ways for me to get off the hook. He told me not to worry about his fiancé, she’d get over it. Yea, that’s what kind of dreams I have]
Hopefully no psychologists are reading my blog and analyzing my suppressed anger or whatever psychoanalytical bullshit they want to come up with.
This entry took a very stranger turn. Hopefully next week I will return to a more normal entry. Hmm, maybe another reaction to a New York Times article is in order?
*Thank you to everyone who hopped on over to Emily Winter’s blog.
