Just another post about nothing because I can't help myself

I don't go out to bars much, and there are a few good reasons for this.

Hey, guys, why don't you all size me up like a piece of beef while I'm just trying to make my way across the bar. Yeah, that's good. And it would be cool if you all wore Gap khakis, a button-down shirt, and a baseball cap. Thanks. Hey, bar-owner, why don't you turn the music up so loud that I have to scream just to introduce myself. And while you're at it, could you play some Bon Jovi? Because that's great mood music. And while we're on the topic, why don't you charge me $800 per drink, so I can go broke while I'm attempting to drown my misery in your watered-down beverages.

Not that I'm bitter; I actually had a good time last night at Wendy's birthday get-together. I met good people, who just so happen to blog as well. (I hope I got those links right; as I may have mentioned, it was a little fucking loud.) It is kind of strange when you mix non-bloggers in with the rest of us blogging types, though. They ask intriguing questions like what do we blog about and why do we do it. My answers consisted mostly of "Nothing" and "I can't help myself."