Monday, January 30, 2012

Welcome Spongeheads

Hello citizen of the universe who has stumbled across my neurons in letter form.
As I am sure you will soon find out, I am not an astounding writer or philosopher. I just find the idea of writing a blog a little liberating...putting your mind on a virtual platter and letting anyone see it wh

o wants to. Don't get me wrong, I have no misconceptions over how few people will actually read this. I find it quite comforting actually. The only person who I can think of that would even be a little interested in my vague ramblings are my parents and I doubt they know what a blog is.

So, why even bother you ask (if anyone is even there)? I always find more clarity and direction in my thoughts once I've written them down. I try not to write things down any more however as my parents did find those ramblings in a book next to my stash of other various mysterious items. I was cornered into a bit of a "talk" after that [fuckers].

I have a feeling that I am falling under a false sense of security now as to how secretive I am actually being.
Oh shit.
Half way through my first post and I am already considering the early bail.
...
...
That is completely my problem. I cannot commit to the flippant decisions my brain makes. I feel as though the articulation of my reasoning is slowly flaking off around me. That's it, I have brain dandruff. It exists and it's a real problem. Usually caused by marinating a person's brain in a concoction of gin and cider, symptoms include crying over kitten videos on youtube and making abominable life decisions.

So yes dear friend, even though I probably don't know you and probably will never know you...I pity you because if you are reading this you just spent around a minute of your life reading my dribble. The dribble is non-refundable and you will never get that minute back, just like I won't get the hour I spent reading Amanda Palmer's wedding blog and the 4 hours I spent after that crying about how perfect it was.

But seriously.

Amanda Fucking Palmer.

Go discover.

Go rediscover her then.


The Shit.

This is me, my sister and the AFP herself. With bananas. I dunno why.















I may become less scattered than this. That is the plan.

Words of Wisdom:
Wine is not a study drink.
[edit: cider is made of apples. they keep doctors away. there's something to be said for that.]


x