And here I thought 2010 would be the year of many blog entries but the year is already over and the tally is only 6. The prize of most blog entries goes to 2007 with a whopping 24 entries. But of course they were all concentrated in a few months and all centered around a break up. The online chronicle I have of my life is actually very depressing—defeats the purpose, doesn't it?
I unconsciously refrain from writing about getting married because I don't want to fall in the category of has-nothing-going-for-her-but-a-man. And let's be honest here, my career isn't something to die for. Of course there was Hajj last year but contemplating the experience in my head is scary enough, I haven't been able to keep actual, documented records of it.
And so here we are: another day another pointless entry. I wish my life were a TV show and that way every problem would get resolved at the end of an episode. Or an online show with webisodes. But instead I will obsess and dwell and write poorly. Just like 2007 only less interesting.
