Shuffle Up and Spiel

What are the rules for blogs? How closely are they allowed to imitate diary entries? Can they just be trivial drivel? I suppose it's all mine, so whatever.

I find this whole blog concept a little odd. I'm sure it's been said--hasn't it all--but I distinctly remember writing blog material--unless I have this all wrong--into a wee little book with a wee little key and then hiding said book and said said in what I thought was a secret location that later I discovered, when mom confronted me with (un)said secrets, was rather unsecretive. And here I am, about to disclose my little heart's deepest recess (or something) to the world.

Okay, sure overstated. Just that portion of the world that happens to trip over my buried blog.

But anybody could trip on this. Except for, ironically, The Moms, who, since she doesn't even have a computer, wouldn't even know where to look.

So I guess that works out after all. I guess.