i heard things

Apparently, there has been some talk. Some nay-saying. A few allegations and some bloody well uncalled for references to my FORMER frosting-eating habit. (As if your dirty little chat room typing fingers weren't in there too, Houston. Well...perhaps you used a spoon. But a dirty little chat room...spooning...spoon. Take that!) It seems my incredibly supportive family thinks I will get lazy and cease to blog. Well go ahead and say all of your nays, O Sayers of Nay! Blog I came here to do and blog I will! (Cue patriotic music.)

Wherever there's a family doing their damndest and still not making ends meet, I'll be there!
Wherever there is a regular joe fighting for his small-town dream, I'll be there!
Basically wherever there is a real life occurrence of some schmaltzy crap Mitch Albom is probably plotting up right now, god damn it I'll be there.

I mean I won't be helping, I'll be writing blogs about it.

step one: show the reader you care

So I've decided to bite the bullet, take the plunge, use a wide array of relevant cliches and start a blog. You can see that. You can also see that I am an incredibly interesting person, both by the title of the blog and the fact that I've chosen "Minima Dark" as my template.

Welcome to my blog, O Mysterious Reader. Come, sit next to me right here where I pat invitingly upon the couch. Bring a cup of coffee. For me. For yourself, bring a cookie. Okay no the cookie is for me too. To dip into my coffee which if you know anything you know is God's greatest gift to humankind. It was very kind of you to remember how much I like that! We are going to get along, I can see. As long as you keep in line and find all of my witticisms dreadfully witty, and then proceed to post comments on that same subject so as to let me know you care. There, that's a good reader. I love you. And I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that. I just get crazy sometimes because I love you so much. It'll never happen again. I'm sorry.