The Inaugural Post

Hello all,

This is the first post of many. If you read long enough, you'll hear tales as light hearted as "How to Make a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich" to memorializing national tragedies. They might make you laugh, they might make you think. Maybe they'll make you cry. They might be lists, confessions, or letters. While I can't promise that they'll be anything more than connected words on a screen, I can promise that they will be honest, unabated, and uncensored.

I just got out of the only relationship that I ever gave a shit about. She was a little young and it came out at the end. That's what you get for dating a 12 year old. Just kidding, FCC. Them's just jokes. Anyway, every "Don't kill yourself" book and website tells you to write out your thoughts when they're happening, in part because it gives you a gauge of where you've been and where you're going, and in part because you'll drive your friends to kill you themselves if you keep going on about it (although the authors of "It's Not the End Yet" don't tell you that part). This is the LAST time you'll hear me speak about that subject, but now you know why I've taken to writing nearly daily. I don't intend to off myself, but if it's good for the suicidals, then dammit, it's good for me.

The Bruins, they were so close. Another Game 7 loss at the hands of the hated Habs. Me and three other people know that that happened tonight, but for me, I'm just glad to be interested again. Of course, there are 84 games in a regular season, so it will probably be 85 games before I see the black and gold again. I'm a bandwagon jumper like that. I'm a hockey fraud. I'm cool with it, and you should be, too.

Just a little light reading today. Easing into the blog world. I don't know if this is completely for self-indulgence or if anyone is going to chime in, but should you have something on your mind, I welcome all comments.