I'm not sure if my regular readers (okay, my family mostly, regular readers! ha.--and S, who will get his butt kicked if he doesn't read this) ever click on my blogroll links, but I've been reading a blog for a while now (and even took a week-long sojourn into the nether regions of the site's archives) that I can't get over.
It's like reading a book. It's that well-written. And I'm sure that many of you will be uninterested in it, and I totally understand. There is something a teensy bit strange about reading the details of someone's life. Someone you don't know, and you will never know. But I have a semi-voyeuristic personality; when I drive through residential areas, I like to see if I can see TVs on in houses. And reading about other people's lives satisfies that little part of me. And it's just fucking good writing.
I don't know, I read a lot of blogs, and I read a lot, period. There are a lot of substandard writers out there. In my opinion, this site, well, it's not written by a substandard writer.
Okay, that's my gratuitous recommendation of the holiday season. Hopefully.
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