beginnings of nothing important

So, It has come to this. A blog. My journal has been kept online for the past two years, marked private, it would indeed be an awful thing if people saw it. How many times have I gone off in a post-teen angst rage. Too many times that's for damn sure. The Tyranny of myself upon myself is truly laughable. I am aware of it's fashionable power in my life, the awareness is good enough for now, I don't plan on changing anytime soon. I am excited for this new blog, new website, new audience, new life. That's the goal at least, hope to rule my life just a little bit more.

I will be the first to admit I am boring, my life is filled for the most part, yet still I am boring. perhaps we all are, the more you recognize it and try to change it, why that is what makes us interesting. Well, that fact is comforting, although it's probably not true. Damn, guess I'm stuck with myself and you. Whoever you are. I am opinionated and absolutely hate to be wrong, but feel free to disregard what I write often or always, I know I will.

It is here I will come to bring issues that are seemingly not nearly as personal, to even find where the hell security preferences are on this new blog site. This won't be marked private. Or perhaps, you dear reader (there will be one, I can only hope) and I will become so well acquainted that you will know my life and I yours. I'll try my best not to be pretentious, or judgmental unless its about politics, religion, or hollywood, in which case you can deal with it.

The thing I hate the most about blogging about my life and opinions is that, if people do indeed read it, I will be saying the word "I" a lot and can't quite grasp whether that is a good thing or quite politically correct. If my ego gets too big, do pop it. In a nice way of course, but please do. This blog is mostly for me, not for you, but I want people to question everything. If I write about hating carrots and you love them? why good for you. SUPER. I will write in it as frequently or infrequently as I want and about any topic that springs to life, wherever, whenever that is. I guess that is all I have to say for now. New entries will come soon.

I will leave you with stitches, it's only thread and can be broken at anytime. Invisible stitches are in our minds they don't bind us in any way rather than the power our own mind has over ourselves and others. Hopefully as my mind is stitched to yours, yours will be to mine.

best wishes that you do your dirty dishes