Bloggers who want a loyal audience need:
- to be some sort of an exhibitionist
- something to talk about, preferably a social life or a hobby like drinking and jogging
- to know how to put pictures on a blog
- to write in English, Spanish or Chinese.
Fail on any of these points and you're either just keeping a diary or indulging in navel-gazing.
I think.

Anyway, I've tried to maintain a couple of blogs in the past.
Ha! I just came up with another requirement: perserverance. Never stop writing! If you stop writing, you might get crossed out on the holy list of links of fellow bloggers and blogger friends. Not producing any entries? Playing the sad old bore with no stories to tell and a post only once in a while? Get off my list you good for nothing no blog ethics whatsoever fucked up girl!

My blog experience started three years ago when I was introduced to this new electronic waterfall of words by Cristian, a guy from Treviso. I kept up the good work for a while and all of a sudden felt short of ideas. I wasn't into talking about everyday matters at that time. And yes, I run out of ideas once in a while.

After a year or so I created "Koperke" which was basically a blog about the life and times of a music-, books- and general purchase-addict. Yes, that's me. Or should I say 'was' me, because I ran out of material after I bought an appartement and drastically cut all expenses. That was four months ago. Since then however, my bankaccount has regained some of its old glory and I thought I should mention that I bought Vol. I & II of Fassbinder dvd's, the collection of winning movies of the Palme d'Or en Cannes from 1996 until 2003 ànd the new White Stripes cd yesterday. But this is starting to sound like my old blog. Only now it's in English and not in Dutch. Dutch is my mothertongue. Flemish Dutch, I'm a Belgian.

Since last Wednesday, my mothertongue is of no use to me during the daytime. I've started working for a company in France and I speak French all day. The plan is that I also go work in the UK for my new employer. Is anyone from Liverpool still reading at this point? I'll be spending lots of days in your town. If you're male, single, well hung and in possession of a good sense of humour, mail me. If you're female and you know a lot of single friends that match the profile as outlined, mail me.

Every vessel in my body is tired right now and I feel like someone has put a hose up my ass and inflated me (it's the heat I guess and the talking French all day). I can't wait to fall on my bed, turn on the TV and fall asleep after ten minutes of fighting the same sleep I desperately need. Who needs a lover if your relationship with your bed and sleep - it's a ménage à trois - is so complex and satisfying?

Yesterday's stories I will write about in due time: the African Affaire, Inertia-hell at work. Plans for tomorrow: tapas night at my place (hope someone has a digital camera), puchasing a secondhand car. Unfortunate plans for Sunday: running contest in Ostend. I am planning to test the influence of alcoholabuse on the eve of a contest. If I fail to report, you can bet your life I've had a cardiovascular accident of some sort. Just don't ever think I lack perserverance to maintain a blog!