I've got something to say

Listen. LISTEN. I don't have to entertain you all the time. Ok? I'm not your friendly little blogger-monkey, alright? I don't have to just sit around here, trying to think of interesting things to say all the time, if that's okay with you, jerk. I don't have to just sit at my desk every hour of the day typing pointless words that resemble somewhat coherent sentences for your enjoyment, if you would be so kind as to admit. I don't have to wear the same pair of underwear day in and day out so that you may be mildly amused. I don't have to shower only once a week with conditioner because my shampoo ran out two weeks ago so that nameless faceless anonymous patrons of what I like to call the internet may, in passing, peruse the course of my life as elaborated in a series of short electronic notes.

But I do it all anyway, because I care.