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I took sleeping pills about 3 hrs ago… why am I not already drugged alseep? Whatever.

I think every single blog I’ve ever written has been right before I’ve gone to sleep. I guess mainly because part of the reason I can’t sleep is that all of the thoughts in my head that just won’t shut up…. and I kind of feel like if I write something I drained out a few of them.

Tonight, as I impatiently wait for slumber… I’m entertaining myself by jumping back and forth from facebook, myspace, youtube, email, twitter, etc. etc. etc-fuckin-etera.

And today I started a new “dailybooth” account… so thats a new site to add to the list.

As I signed up for it… I was thinking “why am I signing up for this nonsense? what is this for? who the hell cares?”

But then I realized… well, why am I on any of these sites? Why do I make videos? Why do I twitter? Why do any of us do this?

So I thought about it. A lot. I tend to over think things. Some may see that as a flaw… I see it as a flaw, too. Sometimes I just can’t help it.

Don’t judge me.

After thinking about it, I came to a conclusion. Obviously we just want to express ourselves. We all want each other to know who we are. We want to matter. We want to connect. And everyday there is a new way to feed that hunger. Phones, emails, a new website, and so on.

The odd thing is that it feels like no matter what we do, we’ll never REALLY connect. No one REALLY knows me. NO ONE. And probably you, too.

You can’t read my mind or feel my feelings. I can’t plug my every thought and emotion into a friggen computer.

And not even just on that level. The people that are in lives don’t know us either.

Just because we talk a lot, see each other, touch each other, live side by side… it doesn’t mean you KNOW me.

Yet we continue to create more and more ways to communicate and express ourselves. We’re so starving to let the world know who we are.

But in the end… after you posted your video, you twittered your tweet, you snapped a photo on dailybooth, you updated your facebook status, you wrote a blog, you had a good convo on the cell with your best friend and then you fucked your boyfriend…

They don’t know you. Only you know you.

They’re just wondering if you read their facebook status yet.

Okay… now I’ll go twitter this blog.