There are things you don’t write about on blogs. Like about how much I love cereal, for instance. I mean god, I fucking love cereal, but that would be boring, writing about cereal. No, you don’t write about cereal or sadness, or about how I can understand those mothers who shake their babies. Not that I would ever shake a baby let alone my baby, but there are those moments when he is crying and crying and crying and my hands grow stiff with fuck! The difference between me and those mothers who shake their babies only in the fact that I don’t.
So what you write about on blogs are cherry blossoms and Cadbury Cream Eggs, the curve of his cheek a mathematical equation plotted on a graph that equals everything, plus the napkin I drew for her lunchbox today.