Well, It's my 1st post. Not ever. I've had other blogs. But I'm one of those people with a short attention span, and I like blank things to start fresh on. Plus, my previous blog is horrendous, and represents me from the age of 14-17yrs of age. And I'm all grown up and mature now, so I'm allowed a new blog! I CAN DO WHAT I WANT AND YOU DON'T GET TO SAY! COS I'M A BIG GIRL NOW! YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME! AND YOU BETTER DO WHAT I SAY OR I'M NOT INVITING YOU TO MY PARTY ANYMORE! *stamps foot* Like I said. All grown up, and mature.
I'm actually having a bit of philosophical/existential despair about starting this new blog actually. I'm sitting here questioning why the hell I have the urge to do it in the 1st place...and this little voice is coming in saying "you are a self absorbed douche bag who feels the need to write babble about yourself on the internet, for no one to read" ... but then, that voice (who we shall name "Emo McGuff") seems to fade away and is replaced with "You need to procrastinate. You are an insomniac. You think you are hilarious. What better reasons than to start a blog!" Sweet. I'm sold.
Well...to kick off what I'm foreseeing will be an in depth political, and educational account of my existence, consisting of many a shenanigan, most of which involve me taking my clothes off... I'm just going to announce that I had quite a cocktail tonight after my gig, it was on the strong end of the spectrum, and It's left me feeling quite warm and fuzzy, and like I shouldn't be typing under the influence. So...On that happy note, I'm going to take myself to bed, and spoon....myself. It will be contortic. I just made that word up.
I love you. Whoever you are.
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