I sat here for like twenty minutes trying to come up with a way to begin my first post. During that twenty minutes I didn’t come up with shit about fuck, so…
I don’t know why I’m keeping this blog. Maybe because I have no reason not to. What I’d really like to do is smoke a joint and walk around without pants, but apparently that’s not constructive. I guess I just have all of this time, and all of these thoughts, and it’s probably time to find a more productive outlet than arson. I’m not saying my thoughts are full of substance or anything- they’re pretty useless. If you like to discuss useless shit all day, this is probably the place for you. Maybe we could be friends. Maybe I’ll sew you a fuzzy chapeau. The possibilities here are really endless.
I struggle with bipolar mania, and I’m told that keeping a blog is therapeutic. I guess we’ll see. Regardless, I like to talk about myself, so here we are. I don’t know that anyone will ever read this, but if you do, and if you feel like getting to know me, here is a list of my favourite things to get you acquainted:
-The sample ladies at Costco
– Michael Jackson
JUST READ MY FUCKING BLOG. OR DON’T. I’M NOT YOUR MOM.