Oh, lovely first post of my blogging career, how I loathe you, with your thick words and nasty prose, spawned out of boredom from sitting at my desk, at work, with nothing to do but write about.. nothing. Why couldn't you be more forthcoming? Why is it so difficult. Perhaps you are right. Perhaps I am overhthinking it. Thank you, foolhardy blog. You enrapture me.
Seriously the last time I wrote anything worth anything was years and years ago, so I've some catching up to do, if you know what I mean. (Yeah, YOU, there, you know who I'm talking to. Don't get cheeky, unless you want them SPANKED.) So, the idea is, I guess, since we're talking into keyboard air here, no one around to read this.. is to get back into writing, or venting, or both at the same time, which is the most likely scenario out of all of them, what are these blogs really but people shouting "Me! Me! Look at me! Look at that! Isn't that cool? Isn't this wrong? Shouldn't we do something about this? What do you think of this thing, that I, me, am interested in?"
Whatever. If I had more friends, I would call them.
Love,
Dee
