I’m totally lost. I don’t know what to do with this blog thing. To me, a blog sounds like a strange word like “blah” or “bleh” or “bloop” or “turd” even. I’m 34 years old, and I’m just now getting serious about my love of writing. My friends suggested to me to start blogging because they like reading my facebook status reports. Guess we’ll see if this blogging thing works for me. This one isn’t too ingenious and reads like a nervous teenage girl who is afraid that people will judge her for what she is saying about them, or anything in general. OK. Fine. I admit that I’m nervous sharing my writing to people floating out there in the digital world. I guess I can take comfort in the fact that no one can see me and vice versa. So, I got one thing up on the nervous teenage girl out there who is afraid that the boy she has a crush on will notice her zit near her kissable, lip-gloss layered lips.