i have a confession.
i am a serial blogger. i create blogs, post a few times, then get distracted, lose the log-in info and eventually they starve to death in some dark corner of the internet, huddled in a quivering heap. one of these days someone will stumble onto this pile of skeletal words i left behind, and then i’m going to be in some serious shit.
i have another one, ok?
i don’t get the whole time thing. i have no idea why today is the first day of the new year. i mean, everything is dead (don’t think i have this fascination with death; it’s just a coincidence today, i swear) and nothing is starting new. but thanks to some guy a gazillion years ago who decided to make a new calendar, here we are, all hung over and reeking of gunpowder, full of resolve and hope and all that good stuff. it’s ok, though… i have this bizarre neurosis about odd numbers and i’m just glad that damn 9 is finally gone.
so, in keeping with the spirit of the day, the new year, resolutions and all that, let’s see if i can start this thing up and keep it alive. i have no idea what i’m going to say from here on out, but-those who know me are chuckling right now-i do have quite a bit to say, sometimes. and hey, if you read it here, you don’t have to put up with my annoying little voice.
k then, let’s call this thing started.