So where was I? Here. Yes, ok. So here I am, and finding myself with an uncommon amount of time on my hands, and not being who indulges in much time to myself, I find myself self-indulging in a bit o the ole words malarkey. I've always wanted to write a blog so here I am (yes, that's it, a bit to the left, there we go), having a go. Hope you're liking it so far. I say you, but I dout there is anyone out there reading this mindless unravelling of nonsense.
Now, I've kept diaries (mostly full of teenage angst and pretty crap drawings), tried my hand at poetry (it was a mistake... again, too much angst, I even had a note pad of black paper.... Proper angst. Shoulda had a T-shirt made. It would be vintage now. Still, at least there were less drawings with the poetry, I had Moved On by then. But poetry is so passé, well its not really, its just what you say when you don't do something anymore innit? And let it be a blessing for humanity that I don't do poetry anymore. So, where was I? Ahh blogging..... so yeah, after a writing gap of many years and the discarded opening scenes for an awful play, here I find myself. With a blog. Let no one say, I haven't kept up with the times, if the times are 1998, and I like to think they are, cos that was A. Good. Year.
So yes, more time on my hands than previously, that I do have. And where do I choose to spend those times? At least initially? New Jersey. Its where all the cool kidz go you know. Them and Kevin Smith (see? late 90s references!) And by the way, the very fact I've used a Z, (& yes its a zeD people, not a zeE, what the fuck is that about? *tsks*) proves that I am both cool and a kid that can't spell proper like. Actually, I had errant zeds (yes zeD) but more on that another day. Here I am in New Jersey witha bit o time on me fair hands. And since I have time, I may as well write again. So look, this is me. Writing.
So who is me? Gah, its time for True Confessions already. They're a bit like True Blood but with less biteyness and unfortunately a great deal less Alexander Skarsgard (*waaaahs* am much woe about this). So yes, truthfulness.... am not really a kid. Am an early 30s English lass who was late to this particular bandwagon. As for being cool as claimed above, please let me disabuse you of that notion right away, otherwise I'm gonna have to give you your money back, pretttttty soon. What else? Ah yes, as I said, am temporary New Jersey based which is verrrrry different to my home town of London. From the astounded faces when I announce I can't drive ("whaaaaaaat? you can't drayyve? What do they teach you kids over there in that there Engerland?") and am over here for a spot of time. Think Sting. But less Englishman in New York, more English Gal in New Jersey, it doesn't scan quite as well but its the bare assed truth.
As for the point of this? This blogging. Well, not sure yet, not really. Just blathering. There will be blathering (anyone who knows me, will also verify how well and truly I'm usually struck by regular attacks of the verbals), and observations on Stuff. I mean, am not gonna claim I have the answer to Life, The Universe and Everything (for that is, as we all know, 42) but I guess this is my space to mutter on about stuff and nonsense, point out life's (and New Jersey's) absurdities and nonsensicals, rant mightily (I do like a mighty rant) and generally keep myself amused for a while. What with? Dunno yet, guess that's for us all (by 'all' I mean me, and maybe friends and family who might use this blog to check in on my antics) to discover. But its fun for now, and thats the main thing.
So until I discover me raison d'etre, or at least mumble incoherently for a while until I stumble across it, so long for now, for a bit, and see you soon. Oh, and as promised, here's a weird thing I spotted (America has them in bucketsful). Jesus pork scratchings, an oddity indeed. Wonder if anyone has pointed out to the manufacturers Jesus was Jewish thus unlikely to indulge in a porky snack... Unlikely, but still, raised a chortle at Sophington Towers.
More anon. TTFN
No comments:
Post a Comment