Dear Diarrhea
What can I say, it just pours out of me. Nothing like blogging can bring out the stream of consciousness writer in all of us, the Joyce wannabe, the guy or gal, frankly, who can’t shut up. And who is often indecipherable.
Still, the urgent sensation persists to arise, and if and when I make it to the bathroom on each such occasion, you should see a post here on this webpage. Dear Diary. I hope someone cares to sneak a peak at you.
Most often uttered phrase before the modern blogger makes a post:
“Uh-oh.”
Blogs are sound bites for the page. I’m surprised it took us so long. Now the web is just as shitty as TV.