Today, I did the unthinkable. I googled "blog topics."

I know, I know. I'm a terrible person. There are a lot of things I considered blogging about. Michael Jackson, a book I'm reading, shopping. They all got scratched off the list. I even thought about Mr. Ontiveros. I mean, let's face it. That subject is so painfully taboo that I even felt a twinge of guilt when I read that 'sexting' article today. That would have been so much fun to write about. But I just couldn't do it.

I guess honesty beats originality, right? I hope so. Because today, all I can say is that I'm so depressingly unoriginal that it hurts. Half the things I say, I heard somewhere else. In a way, I guess we're all like that. Honestly, tell me one joke that you came up with all by yourself. Can't think of one, can you? If you could, it probably wouldn't be that funny. If it was, congratulations. You're one of the lucky few whose words other people will take credit for when they can't think of anything original to say.

This is the only outlet that I have to be completely honest. Somehow, even with the internet at my disposal, I never feel the need to use it to make myself sound better or funnier or smarter than I am. If you want to know what I really think, tell me to write it down. Better yet, tell me to blog about it.