Sunday, January 27, 2008

Run-on Sentences

So last week I was messing around in the blogosphere, and decided to check out people who were out of Rexburg. I figured I had a pretty high chance of finding someone I knew, and I ran across a guy I had a lot of classes with, and discovered he and his wife just had their second baby, awww… sweet… So while I was on warm fuzzies, I ending up finding a guy who was in my ward for about 4 semesters, and was kinda excited to explore his blog, because truth be told, he was one of a kind.

As I was reading post after post I realized that I was becoming depressed.

His blog was soooo depressing. And smarmy, and a little gross… (He posted what kind of kisser he is, according to a Facebook application.)

Anyway, I became increasingly worried that my blog left people depressed. If it could happen to him, it could happen to me. I don’t want people feeling icky when they visit my blog.

And amidst all this worry, it hit me: I am so not depressing. Even if I tried, I couldn’t post depressing posts day after day. Face it Cohen, you are entertaining.

Well, most of the time.

1 comment:

Tara said...

You are not depressing! As another witness to this young man's was smarmey and gross...I can give a testamonial that your blog is not at all like that. Face it Cohen, your not smarmey or gross.