i think i'm getting the hang of this blogging thingy

first of all i hate the sound of the word 'thingy,' it sounds like something that shouldn't belong to the human speech, for trafalmadorians, maybe. but for all intent & purposes i shall use it here. also, i shall refrain from capitalization cause i'm feeling very small right now. so here's my dillema. for as long as i can remember, blogging has felt very campy to me, i could never figure out how to present my thoughts. first i thought i should address it to my invisible friend, ( yes, you, you know who you are, you sit very still). wow, that was a lot of you's, but that didn't really work, that line of thinking only encouraged me to delve more into my imaginary world ( where i usually get my characters for my fugly poems), hence it prevented me from being honest. then i thought i should address it to dear diary, problem is i've never kept a diary, ever, ever.i dunno, to me diaries are dangerous things. it's too concrete, too evidencial, it makes you too easy to be found guilty. i think our most secret thoughts should stay in the secret chambers of our minds/hearts, where it can recede back into a shadow whenever it finds itself in a place where it's not welcome. so now, my third attempt and finally i think i've figured it out. i will use my blog like a mirror, as if i'm holding a dialogue with myself, only, i shall be using the infamous, singular plural:gollum/smeagol/mushr. " we don't like tricksy little hobbits.. no we don't my preciouses... no we don't".