blankwithoutyou

1934. wow. twitter and microblogging managed to make me feel as if i were committing adultery on blogger. twitter is now the new black. tweeting, with its stress free one liner blurt, provides for a writer's block or the lack of creative ideas to write a lengthy post... something that im obviously guilty of.

but im an old school kinda guy. im sentimental. at the end of the day, it's much less of being heard by so many people and much more of having somewhere to stash away my emotions and thoughts. what's the point of voicing out my thoughts aloud and it becomes mere cyberspace clutter? it's not readership i pursue, but a little cloistered hideaway for my literally "unspoken treasury".

dont think of tweeting as cheating on you, blogger. i still love you very much.