:: flipping through the pages ::: November 2005

Ok. I admit it. I'm a blog whore. It sounds nasty but I spent countless nights looking up the thesarus but there's no better word to describe it.

I must have at least 5 blogs but everytime I come across a new platform with seemingly nicer colours or one that espouse its wonderful features, my fingers will automatically click on the "sign up" button. It happens time after time and I've come to a conclusion.

I think I'm blog-commitmentphobic.