Yup, hate em with a firey passion that consumes my being at the simplest thought. The name itself is where it starts, the word "blog" makes no sense, and just the construction of this word and how it sounds as it rolls off my tongue infuriorates me to a degree that you don't even want to comprehend.

Secondly, there is the content of most blogs. It can range from juvinile and simple idiocy to something actually decent and almost professional. This is just annoying because I can't come to rely on blogs for information of any kind due to all the bad ones, but when there is a good one I tend to not even care enough to check it out, let alone have the fortune to find it among all the literary sewage that surrounds it.

Thirdly, who in the world possibly has the time to make all these? I really can't think of a time when I could fit this into my day when I couldn't be doing something both more fun AND more educational! And while this is a combonation I absolutely loathe, I would still chose it over the act of creating and maintaining any manner of blog!

Fourthly, why would anyone friggin' care what some random moron has to say about an even more random subject, especially when compounded by this moron's lack of spelling skills and/or a real life if this moron has the time to waste making a blog? It can't be the other random morons who care, because they're all off making their own blogs, so who is it?!? I honestly have no freakin' idea who reads these!

Fifthly, if the person does, by some miracle, have the time to make one of these and actually can think of nothing better that they could possibly be doing with their life, then why can't they find the time to spell their simple words right? If they really think that they are so important that someone will actually want to read the rubbish they're pumping out, than how can they not have the decency to just spell their words right!?

AAAHHHHHHHHRRRGGGGGGHG!!! I really REALLY hate blogs!!!!

And you know what I hate most of all about blogs? The sixth... and final point of disgust that causes my bowels to force their way back out of my intestines and into my stomach just so that I can have something to puke out in a hopeless effort to express my inexpressable revulsion toward the simple, undeniably menial, tedious, and uneeded existance of these "logs" of "b", it is.... the fact that I have just written one. I'm gonna go puke now.

Ciao! have a fun day!