…thats probably what this blog would contain. I had another blog in Blogspot (I think) and I forgot about the password or something (hi-yess Im still prone to dumbness), so this is my second serious attempt at blogging. Like most bloggers, I would be attempting to write primarily FOR myself and TO myself. But in all probability, that mindset would fizzle out on my case, since Im not that crazy about writing to myself. Im already here. Also, the merits of therapy writing has yet to prove themselves to me.
However, I like to pretend somebody will read this aside from me.
Thats my craziness, my megalomania, my snot-nosed wonder. At least on this blog.
Unlike other bloggers, Iid be very poor in being lovesick and sappy. Thinking about it, I think Im a deeply private person. I can’t write poetry here or prose poetry about break-up lamentations or falling out or falling in love. Okay, maybe I can, but with about five Red Horse beers in my bloodstream, but still, I’ve been known, nay, trained by my drinking sensei Arvin to shut the fuck up. I have equated mettle with silence. Up to three Red Horse beers at least.
So what will Bloody Brilliant contain is my view of life, or at the least, the way I inject meager life into this lifeless life I live. I think. For now. Seriously.
Let’s think of sumthin bloody briliant.
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