Why not?

Since I've outed myself as a complete and udder fool I guess I'll just keep on typing. This isn't going to be a blog though. It's going to be something new and different. Something fresh. And clean. Make that dirty. Nah not that either. It's going to be a bunch of short contradictory sentences. This blog wallpaper is very much like the den that I'm writing this in. I wish I could hook my old Olivetti Lettera 35 up to this computer. I wrote the best love letters to the loosest women on that thing. Now all I write are half written novels. Ones that begin with down and out old guys that can't write. Maybe my problem is that I'm being a little too autobiographical, but I want to be sincere. Maybe I shouldn't start with the ending. Maybe I should hook readers with the promising future that I once had in the past. But it will have to wait. The toast has popped and the water is bolling.