So, you bought a website. You took the largest chocolate mushroom trip you’ve taken to date, alone, and had an epiphany [as one does].

you thought of starting a self-sevelopment project, and had always known you wanted to start a blog. You like to write, you think the idea of blogs are cool. Hyperbole and a Half was the absolute sh*t.

So you thought of a domain name, and then you bought it. You established anonymity off the bat, and you really haven’t found out how to do the fancy links. Type and post, type and post.

You surprisingly don’t really even [yet?] edit your posts. And you expect to write daily, establish your life. Be the blogger you wanted to be, to write about. To be the author of the blogs you liked.

But that’s not the life I live, so how can I write about it? Why choose to live a life of displeasure only to write about it?

I love my life, I do. Aside from my job, but my job has changed my life indirectly.

You shouldn’t nickname your own things, but I am, for lack of a better term, designating this the ‘Seinfeld’ blog, mixed with a bit of ‘Whose Line is it Anyway?’ [the original, of course, don’t make me specify] but not the part about things being made up but the part where the points don’t matter [there are no points, thus they do not matter]

This is going to be my blog.

“So you think you can end a blog post with ‘This is going to be my blog.’? Think again, punk.”