So what am I doing here?

Let me preface this first post by reiterating something. I'm not a writer. Not in any way, shape or form. I mean, I can spell, and I can form words with a pen/pencil, and (usually) a keyboard if I have to, but when it comes to creating major works of prose, I'm not that person. Take this first paragraph for example... it sucks. My fourth grade teacher would have a field day.

What I AM is an observer, and more often than not, a commentator. I comment, a lot. Most of my comments are comprised of sarcastic wit, or so I'm told. I also LIVE to make people laugh. Of course, I tend to make myself laugh more than anything, but hey, you have to start somewhere, right?

So why, you might ask yourself, am I making this foray into the morass that is the blogosphere? Other than the obvious fact that I must be mad at myself, I find that more and more, my comments can't be limited to 140 characters. It's EASY to make someone laugh when you have a limit to what you can say.

So, now here I sit, fingers clasped in front of my face, and I'm wondering why they smell like cigarettes. I haven't smoked since high school, and even that was short-lived. Maybe it's some sort of residual thing, to remind me why I shouldn't. I wish I had one of those for about half the guys I dated. God, that would've saved me a lot of "it's not you, it's me" conversations.
I'm also wondering what in the HELL I'm going to write  comment about. I'll have to go think on it while I stop my 5 year old from trying to hurl himself off the couch onto the cushions which are now about 8 feet away. Come to think of it, if he misses and hits the wall, it might make for an interesting story. I'll let you know how it turns out.