I stare at my empty Blogger box, panic welling up as I wrack my brain for a post. And not just any post (because who wants to read about my current obsession with chocolate chips and cherry frosting?), we're talking a funny post. The pressure is suffocating. Must. Be. HILARIOUS.
Because blog posts are supposed to be funny right? If you can manage to make people LOL or ROFL or (the much coveted) ROFTLMAO, then you've hit blog nirvana. People show up for funny. Heck, they might even STALK you if you're funny.
Problem? I'm not so funny, and I wish I was. Now, now—don't comment a thousand times to tell me I'm really funny. I'm just kinda funny and I know it. I'm no Kiersten...and I in no way reach the hilarity level of Stephanie. Just kinda.
So what's a girl to blog about when she's only kinda funny? Well, there's the whole inspirational/advice route, but the problem is I'm only kinda inspirational and my advice is only kinda useful. I'm no Michelle with her brilliant introspective posts that inspire her readers to post similarly. And I don't read enough books to write fun reviews like Lois.
Now I'm staring at my Blogger box full of, well, crap post once again, wondering if I've failed to be funny, inspirational, advisorial, or even coherent. Okay, not wondering. Knowing. And yet it's Friday, so I have little energy to be "awesome." Promise I'll make up for it with a killer sketch tomorrow.