Like the old ones only younger...

I'm reading so many blogs these days and all these people - their lives are not that much funner or more interesting. But still I'm sorta addicted to all the Cassies and Chrises and Trevors. I could be reading german blogs too. But I don't. I'm looking for adventures far from home. But: no adventures. Blogs are like soaps in a way. They have cliffhangers. Nothing much happens but still you go there every day. A lot of my favorites give us just fragment. Sentences that make no sense to anybody but the insiders. I feel like I'm listenig in to somebodys private phone conversation or the like. I follow blogs of a circle of friends who use this as a means of conversation. Like text messages. It's very private. And in between my own writings and drawings and creating of stuff I find myself filling the blanks. They give me fragments and I think about possible stories behind that. I could write a story or a play or a script about those. It all feels like some sort of recent 90210 kind of TV extravaganza...