Why I Blog, and other stuff, such as the things i could have done if i didn't blog

I'm a blogger.
Exhibit A: you're reading this "web log post".
Exhibit B: there is no Exhibit B. It's here just for the sake of it.
Exhibit C: i have too many thoughts in my head that needs to be shared to other people on the internet, because the people in the real world will kill me. [citation needed]

I originally had no intention of writing a blog. I thought, "Nah. This might be another fad. I'll stick to my journal.", but I realized that since my journal is private, i'd have to print it so that other people may enjoy the bullshit i write, and printing costs cash money. Blogging became the obvious alternative.
My first four blogs were rather simple and juvenile (a trait still present in current posts), and posts were too far apart (again, common in current posts). I can't seem to think when i'm in front of a computer. Thus, mobile blogging became the logical choice. I run Opera Mini on my phone (endorsement. Nice). It allows me to visit any website i want, unless it runs on Flash, then i'm fucked. I can do so much while on the go. [i approve this message]
I think i went off topic.

WHAT IF I DIDN'T BLOG?
That question came into my mind a few minutes ago. So, here's a list of stuff i could have done to contribute to the internet community:

1. Webcomic- i can write stories. I can draw well (re: ugly, but good enough to convey my message). I have a passion for comics. Why not?

2. Photo blog- still a blog, but with less words and more pictures.

3. Meme machine- 4chan FTW!!!!1

4. Hentai Link Site-mmmmm, anime porn.
[i'm not that enthusiastic with the last 2 items.]

I guess i'll stick to blogs and twitter.

Silent but Deadly

I was sure the room was empty. I was too damn sure. "I know you're listening.", i muttered. I laughed. Alone. Then, i heard noises from the other side of the walls. Someone must've freaked out. I'm sure. They were listening.

I began to suspect that something freaky was going on. Something freaky is always going on.
I took a glass to listen to the walls. Nothing. The faucet began to whisper. Whisper words i could not comprehend. In fact, i could not even hear it. What was i doing, anyway? I sat down.

Strong winds began to scream. Horror at its finest. The flatulent winds began to burn my senses. Sight. Hearing. Smell. Taste. Touch. All of them damaged by the winds. Gone.

i know it wasn't me who farted. I know it was you. YOU!

Collide-o-scope Eyes part 6

This is part of a series (obviously). To catch up, read the previous parts.

I have finally arrived at Mr. Kite's place. Lot's of parked cars. Odd.
I got inside without knocking. I've got a bad feeling. A feeling deep inside. A feeling i can't hide. Not a soul in sight. The lights were on, but no body was there. I said "Anybody home?!". No reply.Something is amiss here.
I was expecting an ambush. I reached for my gun. I need to be happy. Happiness is a warm gun, after all. Nothing happened.

*****

Almost an hour passed. I made myself comfortable on the recliner. Even helped my self to a Coke from the fridge. Where the fuck is everyone?
I decided to leave. Well, i had to finish my Coke first.
I turned off the lights before i left. Save energy and whatnot. As i stepped outside, all the cars were gone. The only one left was mine. How the hell did this happen? Why didn't i hear a thing? Fuck. Someone is messing with me.

My phone rang. It was Lady Madonna.

to be continued.