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I'll give you a dollar if you can properly pronounce the title of my blog entry. Any takers? Oh really? You think you can do it? Go for it.

Wrong!!

Besides, I don't have a dollar .. :p

I made a promise to myself that I would try to update my blog semi-regularly. I figure that is a good way of showing the site has active and real members floating around. Right? Right!

I've been keeping a blog for such a long time it seems. I kept a written one for years. I've kept an online blog for the past six or seven years. It's been an interesting experience, to say the least. I used to have one on the original SWYDM and loved it. I used to love coming on in the morning and writing as I sipped scalding hot coffee.

I remember the person that started me blogging on the original site. He kept trying to convince me to write. He swore I would have a well-read blog. I told him that I didn't know what to write about. He told me, "Sex sells". He was right, but I grew tired of writing about sex. I started to write about different things and I was hooked.

I still am hooked.

I have been on different blogging sites since the original SWYDM went down the tubes. I went to Journalspace, which is now in the shithole. I went to Blogger, Livejournal and any other blogging site you can shake a stick at. None of it was the same, though. The only one that came close was Journalspace.

One of the best things about blogging is getting feedback. If you write about something that is swarming up your ass like a hive of bees, it helps to have someone unrelated to your situation to leave advice or even just a few words of compassion.

When I left SWYDM, I took all of that away from myself. I found it at Journalspace, but it was never quite the same. I suppose we need difference to be able to learn and to grow and to test who we are. Eh...

So here I am... back on SWYDM writing a blog about blogging to a community that is barer than my ass after a good shave. I can almost hear the echo of the tapping of my keys. It feels that quiet around here.

I'm hoping that things will change. I'm hoping that this place will grow and be what it once was. Maybe that is the problem.

Maybe the old regulars, including myself, are so caught up in the memory of what used to be that we refuse to try to mold the new into a shadow of the old.

We have to grow, right? Change is good, right?

Yes, I am saying the same thing... "bullshit".

I miss the old. I suppose that as hard as we try we will never recapture what we had. We can only grow from what we have.