Writer's cinder block

Dang, man. I have absolutely nothing to say. I think I used up all my good stuff leaving comments on other people's blogs or something. I did throw some genius stuff around, as this will attest. Of course, now I've got nothing left for me to post, since I've settled back into a life of working out, complaining about bad CDs, and attending meetings every 20 minutes or so at work. Since I don't write about work (boring), that only leaves me to talk about bad CDs (check) and working out (boring).

What do I do when I have nothing new to say? I'm glad you asked. I go through the archives of this here blog. In doing this blogging thing for almost six months now, two things have become apparent to me:

1. I crack myself up.
   
2. You people who don't know me must think I'm a horrible, horrible human being.

Really. I post some out there stuff on here. Not only is some of this stuff just flat-out wrong, but very rarely do I present myself in any sort of redeeming light to make up for it. I don't exactly present others in any sort of redeeming light, either. It's like my whole world is a big, contorted ball of negative energy. It's awesome, really. The funny thing is that I really have it pretty good, so I really have no reason to be negative about much in this world.

The more I thought about this, the more I realized that happy fun stuff is rather boring to me. It certainly doesn't inspire me to write anything. All the stupid, messed up stuff that I encounter is a lot more fun. Does that make me cynical? If so, I'd rather be cynical than appear happy to you people. God knows my cynicism must be the only thing keeping you guys around these days.

Worst post EVAR?

CIRCLE ONE

• Yes
• No
• Maybe
• Stop blogging