I don’t really understand why people are always really excited to be the first poster on things on the interwebs.. to me it just seems like that first time you kissed someone who didn’t want to be kissed, all awkward and sweaty. But alas, here I am, writing what is the first blogging post I have written in about a year.
It’s not that I didn’t like blogging, or didn’t have anything to say, or didnt like my wonderful followers (who I abandoned at my last blog and have no intention of telling them I’ve moved to this one), It’s just that this last year has been , to say the least, fucking busy as shit.
I’m not your a-typical blogger. I don’t sit in a cafe surrounded by other pretentious idiots reading books on Art History and Womens Studies (although there is nothing wrong with those two things). In fact, currently, I come to you from my kitchen, in my house, on my day off school, as I am waiting for my chicken-pot-pie to cook, drinking coffee, and sitting in my PJ’s.
Why do I bother blogging when there are so many other people doing it now? Think of it as a way to clear out my head. This is a mindless task I can do when I need to relax, and that’s pretty much the only time I blog. Or when I’m really, really pissed off about something.
I dont really know what else should go in this post, except welcome! and enjoy!
