No one cares about reading other people’s boring lives.

Sometimes I like to survey people with the most random questions thrown at their faces, and one of the things I did today at my long and very tedious five hour orientation for some university was to ask readers on what they were looking for in a blog.

The orientation was specifically directed towards graphic and web designers, so I knew they were an internet geek like me. My inane questions on blogging had erratically lead to a storm of what turned out to be an excellent group discussion.

Essentially, we were ranting, ranting about what they didn’t want to read in a blog. And basically, it’s your life.

If you must talk about how you went to work today and chewed sugar-free gum that you swore had sugar in it, then at least, for the love of rice, TRY to make it funny. Trust me, you can find a lot of humor in a lot of situations no matter how simple or complex the story is.

Though if you think that turning it into something comical would fabricate the story and lose its accuracy then don’t talk about it at all.

If truly have a sorry ass life, then talk about the past instead of the present. My new acquaintances had given me the idea to write about my childhood, and boy, do I have SOME stories to brag.

I know some of you are suffering from a writer’s block but you can talk about like, how you use to—ever so discreetly—smear your snot and boogers on your brother’s back for decapitating your Malibu barbie, and how you and your old pal from first grade use to spy on the neighbors getting a tan in the backyard…topless!

You can never go wrong with talking about your childhood. I don’t know about you guys, but my life, as a child, was pretty exhilarating and packed with adventures than it was now.

So if you’re having a blog-fart, I dare you to divulge your wackiest/weirdest/funniest childhood moments.