The beginning...again.
So here it is...attempt number four (five? maybe?) at writing and actually maintaining a blog. Only time will tell if I actually stick to it, whether or not you'll still be here is another matter.
Maybe you'll still be reading this in a year, maybe not. Either way I won't take offense. Some will read this because they're bored at work, others because they mistakenly believe I can provide them entertainment. Still others are accidentally misdirected here on their search for barely legal nude pictures. (Funny story, just putting that line in means a search engine might bring up this blog) I apologize to great majority of you, I have no pictures of barely legal teens. (TWice means twice as many hits!)
The rest of you know me already, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this. In fact, those of you still reading at this point are probably just reading to pass the time, or you might be scrolling down so you can hit the *add comment* button so you can add your own flavor.
I don't mean to sound negative, I just don't really bring anything overly fantastic to the table. You can get news from news sites, opinions from editorials, funny stories from actual writers...I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm not doing this for you. Granted, I hope that you do enjoy it, and that you will leave comments and inspire discussion, but it's unnecessary, and not part of my aim.
I'm here to write. To express my feelings in written words. You see, I talk to myself...and the older I get, the more I'm beginning to realize that it is less and less common. When I was a baby, it was all the rage...everyone my age was babbling nonsense to themselves. By the time I was 10, it was less popular, but not uncommon. Our overactive imaginations were fueling play time. Now, I'm 24, and having full on conversations, complete with responses, with myself seems slightly nuts.
So again, here I am. My opinions, thoughts, views, observations, anecdotes and one liners can all go here so people walking past me on the sidewalk don't whisper "that boy ain't right!" Well, lets be honest, they might still say it, but for a different reason now.
Here's a quick idea of who I am, because if I went too much into detail, I might overload myself early on, and run out of things to talk about. I'm 24. I live in Jacksonville Florida with my friends Goose (not his 'real' name) and Josh (his 'real' name). I have a girlfriend named Vanessa who's a kickboxing, dog-loving, Italian adventure, and I play Ultimate. By 'play' I mean to say that it is my life. It's a part of everything I do, it's why I'm in Jacksonville Florida, it's how I met pretty much all of my current friends (and Vanessa), it's what I do in just about all of my free time, and it's what motivates me. Needless to say it will be brought up...often. Everything else will come in future posts.
Ideally I'll update this a couple times a week. More realistically, I'll get emails and messages from people saying 'update your blog!' and then it'll happen.
Maybe you'll still be reading this in a year, maybe not. Either way I won't take offense. Some will read this because they're bored at work, others because they mistakenly believe I can provide them entertainment. Still others are accidentally misdirected here on their search for barely legal nude pictures. (Funny story, just putting that line in means a search engine might bring up this blog) I apologize to great majority of you, I have no pictures of barely legal teens. (TWice means twice as many hits!)
The rest of you know me already, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this. In fact, those of you still reading at this point are probably just reading to pass the time, or you might be scrolling down so you can hit the *add comment* button so you can add your own flavor.
I don't mean to sound negative, I just don't really bring anything overly fantastic to the table. You can get news from news sites, opinions from editorials, funny stories from actual writers...I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm not doing this for you. Granted, I hope that you do enjoy it, and that you will leave comments and inspire discussion, but it's unnecessary, and not part of my aim.
I'm here to write. To express my feelings in written words. You see, I talk to myself...and the older I get, the more I'm beginning to realize that it is less and less common. When I was a baby, it was all the rage...everyone my age was babbling nonsense to themselves. By the time I was 10, it was less popular, but not uncommon. Our overactive imaginations were fueling play time. Now, I'm 24, and having full on conversations, complete with responses, with myself seems slightly nuts.
So again, here I am. My opinions, thoughts, views, observations, anecdotes and one liners can all go here so people walking past me on the sidewalk don't whisper "that boy ain't right!" Well, lets be honest, they might still say it, but for a different reason now.
Here's a quick idea of who I am, because if I went too much into detail, I might overload myself early on, and run out of things to talk about. I'm 24. I live in Jacksonville Florida with my friends Goose (not his 'real' name) and Josh (his 'real' name). I have a girlfriend named Vanessa who's a kickboxing, dog-loving, Italian adventure, and I play Ultimate. By 'play' I mean to say that it is my life. It's a part of everything I do, it's why I'm in Jacksonville Florida, it's how I met pretty much all of my current friends (and Vanessa), it's what I do in just about all of my free time, and it's what motivates me. Needless to say it will be brought up...often. Everything else will come in future posts.
Ideally I'll update this a couple times a week. More realistically, I'll get emails and messages from people saying 'update your blog!' and then it'll happen.