I hate talking about myself. Not because I’m self-conscious about it, but mostly because I finish my thoughts, and look at what I wrote and end up saying “Wow, that’s all I can come up with?” then erasing the entire product.
Me. I’m 26 (just recently).
Hm, good start, good start.
Obviously, I’m a writer. Otherwise having a blog would be rather useless, but I enjoy writing, so, here I am. I’ve always written journals (sporadically), short stories, and other various things since I can remember, so when the whole “blogging” phenomenon hit the web, naturally I jumped on. Thinking I was much cooler than the rest of the world, I put money into a domain, and hosted it through a friends site, and VOILA!
I have a website, rather than a “blogspot.yournamehere.com” type dealy.
And then I go and don’t blog for a million years.
Oh. I over-exaggerate a lot too. If you continually read this site, you’ll start to see that.
What’s the point of this blog? At this point, absolutely nothing more than my own personal entertainment. Screw trying to have some sort of direction with this thing. I’m just going to attempt to write two entries consecutively. That’ll be an accomplishment.
Anyways. That tells you almost nothing “about me” at all.
I digress.
Which has become one of my favorite random quotes over the past little while. I use it everywhere. Even out of context.
Neat huh?