Well, much like your first time, the first time posting in a virgin blog is awkward and horrible and once you're done you feel all accomplished and shit, but in reality, you're not even that cool and someone has already done it 10 times better than you could ever hope to do it. Unless you're a true Casanova like me. A..blog writing casanova.

Nonetheless, I'm not sure what direction I want to take this blog. Part of me wants to be crass yet amusing and curse like a sailor and confuse people that stumble onto this blog because I tend not to act like this in person. The other wants to be vague and charming and talk about dandelions and sweet peas and things of that ilk. But what do I really want out of this? What do I want out of life?

It's kind of weird, I'm actually writing to no one at the moment (though I am aware I am fully acting like I am writing to an audience). I haven't told anyone about this..I even started a different blog...Or..well. Re-started a blog I intended for a certain purpose, only to be forgotten and left unused..For which I am now RE-Restarting and using for an entirely different purpose. It's a complicated business, this blogging.

I almost deleted my twitter today because I feel consistently intimidated by all the people who understand and feel like their lives are worth updating about. I don't feel like that. My twitter is riddled with comments about food, random vegetables, and insults to Yen. No one wants to read that. I don't even want to read that. But then at the last second I didn't delete it. You know why? Because I linked to it on my website and I'd have to redo a whole bunch of crap that I don't want to deal with. I can't quite tell you why I felt it necessary that potential clients should have access to my twitter. I guess it's because I'm an open book. And a staunchly professional human being capable of making intelligent business-relations decisions...or..I'm lazy.

If I could ask myself any question right now, I'd probably ask why the hell I've decided to start another blog. Now, I could lie and say I was tired of all the asian spambots on my previous blog, but I honestly have come to kind of enjoy their musings. It's like a getting fortune cookie every time I check my comments. Was that racist? It felt kind of racist. It's cool. Some of my best friends are asians, you guys. Ahem..anyway.

Maybe its that I have so much to say that it warrants having 37 different blogs? Perhaps. The truth is, I am an old salt when it comes to relaying useless information about myself to strangers over the internet. I've had oldjournals, livejournals, melojournals, myspace blogs, facebook blogs, xangas....3 or 4 blogspots...a tumblr that I never updated (and still hate).. and..Wow, I'm feeling so cool right now...bragging about my blogs. Yeah, I have internet street cred. It's alright, don't be intimidated. We can't all be as well versed in internet coolness as I am. I'll...I'll stop now before this gets any more awkward.

And judging by the last two paragraphs, I literally have nothing important to say! But I've succeeded in wasting not only my time, but yours, dear reader. Aww, just like old times!