Popping My Blogging Cherry

You're my Blog. Apparently, it is that easy to do. No, no I'm not calling you easy, you're a respectable gal, I meant blogging, blogging is easy to do. I have written a few sentences and the internet has not exploded yet, congrats me. Since this is our awkward first date, and I'm still curious as to whether we like each other, yes, we have that physical attraction, but you know, do we hit it off personality wise? I'll be upfront with you: I like comic books, and I'll probably use you as a forum for talking about them. I like talking about myself, and I'll probably post pictures of myself on to you. There's a chance I might write a really really short story or a goofy skit, and I'll post it up here for people to read. If you're cool with that. It won't be good stuff, I promise, just mediocre things. Nothing special. I don't have a lot of friends, so really, people won't be busting up in here at all hours of the night asking "What's up with Brooks? Is he growing his beard again?" Just a few kids over couple of days, good people.

I feel kinda bad, see, you're not my first blog, and If I start writing to you it means I'll be cheating on my old Myspace blog, but really, we weren't right for each other. It wasn't so much her as it was me. We'd just grown a part, you know. I heard there was more fish in the sea, so I thought I'd cast my hook out there and see what bit. Then, one lonely night, there you were, and here we are. The old blog was great, I could say blah blah blah, and toss it up there no problem. But it got to be a little limiting. She was an okay blog, for when I needed blogging training wheels, but now I feel like I'm ready to ride on my own, and who knows, maybe tomorrow I'll be popping wheelies.