I'm a bad blogger.

Well, there's no point in avoiding it so here goes.
I'm sorry. No really, I am. I have become a horrible blogger.
There is something about sitting in front of a computer at
work for 8-9 hours a day that just kills my blogging instinct.
When I get home from cyber space world, that last thing I
feel like doing is hopping on my computer. And because of this my
readership suffers. Moreover, my life suffers, because
when somethingcool happens, it gets sucked away into
that unreliable vortex called memory.

In an effort to excuse the inexcusable, let me briefly present:

The top 10 reasons why I am a bad blogger:

1. Because I have been without internet for two whole days,
and uh, and uh, and uh no internet means no blog.

2. Because I have been paying more attention to the
election than myself.

3. Because blogging requires work. Work is something
I do all the time now. When one works, one learns to
appreciate the time when one is not actually working,
and one is much less inclined to work when it's non work time.

4. Because I only have one free day a week to do what I
want, and I spend that day with my girlfriend.

5. Because girlfriends have boobies, and laptops do not.

6. Because things with boobies are way more fun than
things without boobies.

7. Because boobies.

8. Because I am spending way too much time on
other people's blogs. Rio gringa is putting me to shame,
because she blogs way more than I do and makes me look non-committal.

9. Because getting a tan is way cooler then being all pasty.

10. Because i need to make money and be productive human
being, and because the laundry needs washing, and
because my fridge is empty, and because i want
a six pack, and because i told you so, and because
Barack Obama for president, and because your mom,
and because this there and that times 2.