Facebook Has Sucked My Soul.

For the first time since I have started this blog, I have had so very little to say. As I go throughout the day on most days, I can find something that happens to me or my family that is blog-worthy. Or, at the very least, I can come up with something to reminisce/muse about. But of late... ZIP... ZILCH... NADA. The well has run dry, people! My mind is the freaking Sahara. I'm even out of tags. Who runs out of tags, I ask? I think I have posted about 632 random facts about me, my husband, my children, my former jobs, what I have done throughout the day, etc. on any number of tags... Not that it was ever interesting in the first place, but at least it got the creative juices flowing and I might be able to work in a bit of humor that would satisfy the blogging beast.

*Tap, tap, tap* Is this thing on? Does anybody even check this blog anymore?

Perhaps if I just start typing, something witty and/or profound will emerge.

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Nope. Still a barren dessert.

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What is a girl to do? Perhaps it's Facebook that is to blame. Maybe my creative juices have shriveled and died thanks to an endless stream of third person entries about my days: i.e. "Shana has spent another day wrestling kids into the dental chair." "Shana has two very noisy children. She is contemplating sewing their lips shut." "Shana doesn't care about American Idol this year. She is just happy Tatiana's histrionics didn't get her any further." "Shana needs chocolate."

Hey! That sounds tasty. Maybe that will grease the wheels a bit. Pardon me for a moment...

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Aaaaah! Delicious, and perhaps a bit inspiring. I will attempt to ramble while enjoying the sweet and savory meltiness of my favorite vice slowly dissolving on my palate.

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So anyways... Back to Facebook... Ever since I joined, I have had a blogger breakdown. I know other people who are able to successfully do both. For me, it almost seems they are mutually exclusive. Which sucks, because I have a need for both. Facebook has its place because satisfies my curiosity about what distant friends/ family/ acquaintances/ people I went to school with/ people that used to stalk me/ people I haven't laid eyes on since before puberty/ etc. are up to now. Let's be honest. You aren't REALLY going to develop any deep bonds through 150 characters or less at any given post on somebody's wall. It's just fun to see how things turned out for people.

Blogging, on the other hand, allows for a personality to come through. For instance, someone perusing my Facebook profile may never find out how cynical and biting my sense of humor can be. They will likely never know how I muse about pomegranates and my former days as a playground bully. Visit my blog, and that becomes glaringly apparent. Bottom line: I am much more "me" on here than on my "Wall."

So where did I go? Where is that personality of which I speak? Has she defected to the shallow world of online social networking? Will she forever stay in this rut of speaking of herself in third person? AAAAAAAAARGH! I/She can't stop doing it?!?

She'll be back someday soon, I'm sure. But for now, she is going to raid the chocolate again in a shallow attempt at assuaging her bitter disappointment of a lame and pointless post that went nowhere. Forgive her.