A Blind Date- Of Some Description

Well. This is awkward.

My first post on my first blog for my first audience (of most likely one).

I feel like I'm on a blind date of some description, so excuse me if I'm a little shy, it's my first time. 

So I think I'll just skip the "Hi" and "Nice to meet you!" and power straight into the relationship.

Somebody once told me that I should start a blog, to which I promptly replied, "Yeah, fully!" with an expression of "I'm keen!" thinly masking a look of "How about no!" Which was spurred by the belief that blogs are for people who have fagot breath. (No offence smokers, come breathe on me all you like.)

I later decided to review my opinion on blogs when I read one which brought me to tears. (and to the attention of my class mates in the computer lab. "Why is the new girl crying?") I have never witnessed anyone who has mastered the use of text and images like hyperbole and a half. She is a genius, and will make you laugh until you cry, then cry until you laugh once more. You can't stop, it's a crime.

Anyway, so far you know nothing about me. Which is a good start for our first date, I'll let you do all the talking because I'm a lady about these things. Besides, I know you're an obsessive internet stalker which is the sad result of your addiction to facebook. But thats ok. Now you know that your ex's new boyfriend is as ugly as all hell, and most like smells like Puhoi Valley's goat milk, blue vein cheese.

Well, I had fun tonight. Call me??