readers

I gotta thank my one reader... well, I was the best man at his wedding, so I guess he feels obliged to read. Course I haven't really advertised amongst my friends. I think some knew, but have now forgotten.

(stop harassing me! I'm trying my best!!!)

But enough me. Let's talk about you.
Dear apathetic reader... no no... that would be me since I don't have any readers.

I don't post regularly enough. And who's interested in this life anyways.
It's just like countless others. In fact, since I'm posting, that means I very well off. And I have enough free time for this fluff. Look at all the editors and contributors to Wikipedia. Lots of free time there.

I am like most other bloggers; Relatively "rich" and "comfortable" people who lead normal, uninteresting lives.
Some of us like to wallow though.
We're so well off that we wallow in the angst, believing we're some modern day Raskolnikov. Well, let's just hope we don't get lost in our intellectualism and come up with some fancy new/ancient notion bout how better there world (and ourselves) would be if we killed that evil, good-for-nothing pawnbroker, or even better, several pawnbrokers, or a nation full of "pawnbrokers".

but enough! I'm getting too political again.
must go home. sleep.
but not that eternal sleep.
Cuz it does matter with me now.
And I haven't been to the mountaintop.
But I want to get to the promised life.

Is that an Alanis' Irony? Or just a Mashed Metaphor?