Tumblr-cest

I'm not dead, and I didn't disappear, but I feel terrible. The reason I haven't been writing as much, or commenting on other blogs as regularly is because I've been, don't judge me, Tumblr-ing.

I know, I know. Tumblr has no depth, no history. Blogspot has been here for me for four years. I have friends here; I have a history here. I can write lengthy, thoughtful pieces of journalistic prose and read the minds of others here. But Tumblr is just so ...

It's addictive. I can spend hours just refreshing my dashboard and looking through all of the pictures and quotes and "micro-blogs". And it's easy. I can type up a quick blogpost in 5 minutes, downloading my current feelings/actions/thoguhts onto an internet server. I can reblog things I like at the touch of a button, and keep them so that I can look back over my blog later and remind myself of the wonderful things that I've found.

This post is actually turning out to be really difficult to write. Maybe it's because I can't really explain my love/addiction/admiration for Tumblr. I can't really justify it; but it is one hell of a guilty pleasure.

I am getting really tired of this post, quite quickly. Maybe I've been "Tumblr-fied". Maybe my brain can't handle a full blog posting anymore.

NO. NO. That will not happen. I WILL be here for BEDA this year, and it WILL be the most amazing BEDA yet. :) Of that I am sure. During April, Blogspot will PWN Tumblr!

But for now ... I think I might head back over there ...
IPROMISEISTILLLOVEYOU!
Bye.