Since when did the dog sleep inside?

Is it just me, or does he fart a lot?  It is 2 in the morning and my mind is empty of any wise words.  That is not nessesarily because of the lateness of the hour.  It is a gift I have to be brainless and unable to retain thoughts for more than a few seconds.  I suppose it a gift because then I don't get bogged down with all that stuff other people call "stress" and such.
I don't seem to have the right tools to save my "work"  I cannot find the last three blogs I have so arduously typed into my computer.  So I will quite here until as a time when I know what the hell I'm doing.
adios and good night.Here in Missouri the bed bugs bite.

This is my very first Blog ever!  I am so excited to enter the world of writing whatever the hell comes to my mind.  Just reading some of the stuff that passes as entertainment these days, I wonder that you don't need any inteligence to pass as a writer.  Not that what I have been reading is uninteligent, just lacks anything of value.  There are great books that do little more than Keep your mind occupied for a time and are quickly forgot because they are empty of substance void of enlightenment and don't create thought past the paraghraph.  My writing fits in that catagory.  I have nothing of enlightenment or inteligence to pass on, or years of reseach to increase ones knowledge, even my own.  I just want to write.  I want to be talented in creating thoughts and images in peoples minds.  I want to be the architect of some fanciful world where interesting charactors come to life and have a life.  My charactors could travel the world and be places I have never been privilaged to explore, have experiences I may never have.  They could be the person I have never been brave enough to be, or so shy they would make me feel like an evil villian.  I love books that take you outside of the perverbial box and free your imagination.  I love when the author takes you on a journey where anything is possible; where pigs fly and fire is cold to the touch but burns in your bossom.  I Love fantacy charactors, but I also love the ones that feel real and, in trueth, I do love biograghies as well. I love to read and I love the books that stay with me long after the last chapter.  Some books I have resently read, will stay with me as a source of wonder.  Like I wonder why anyone would publish such a book.  Silly and full of puff.  Certainly I have nothing worthy of publishing but I would like to think that I have a book in me somewhere.  I have been looking for years and haven't found one yet.  I do think that if I don't write, than nothing will come.  So I am taking this oppertunity, although I have nothing in my mind at this time, to write, to just let words flow and just do some brain dumping or brain draining.  However it is said.  I will probably never be a famous actor, most definately not a singer/rockstar.  I am not a powerful politition type, or wise beyond my years.  I am a nobody.  I have contributed nothing to this world.  I am unremarkable.  I am not even a great talker.  I may however be a great listener.  Hmm, maybe not.  If I remembered what people told me I might be a great listener.  So in that respect I am a Great Secret keeper.  I do want to make a difference in my world.  I would like to make waves and be somebody.  I don't want to languish in a life with so little value.  I want o dance in the light.  I want to see all the little hidden corners of the world.  I will fly in a private jet, have important conversations as I relax in the back of a limo, and I will take a family vacation and not worry about money.  I want to show my very sweet boys what the rewards are for breakingout of the norm, for taking on the things that may scare you and for conquering the day.