You may have noticed, this is a blog.
My blog.
First posts are awkward. Awkward like a first date with someone who you dont particularly know, and its shaping up that you dont reeallly want to. In this scenario, I am the person sitting opposite you nervously filling in the awkward silence with my incessant, desperate jibber jabber, whilst you are hiding your hand under the murky, formerly clear, plastic table cloth desperately hoping your friend will call in regards to that 'emergency'.
A tumbleweed passes by the table.
So, what will this blog be about?
I can tell you what it wont be about-
- This is NOT a Mummy blog. I would rather stab muself in the eye than read another debate on different nappies and hear women hate on each other for their individual choices. Plus, I dont have kids which would make content problematic.
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- This is NOT a Wedding blog. No hate on those, they always look so shiny and glossy full of whimsy. I however, have this lofty idea (stay with me now) that to be the creator of such a blog, you should probably be atleast engaged, or even somewhat close to it. (Controversial, no?) I am nowhere near that.
- This is NOT an accordian and bagpipe appreciation blog. I hope something like that exists for those people out there that yearn to connect with other fans of offensive sounding instruments, I really do. This however, is not that blog. (ETA: Oh! Here it is!)
- This is not style blog. I like those, but I dont have style. Plus, I would have to take myself more seriously and actually leave the house without the remnants of my breakfast soiling my clothes.
SO WHAT KIND OF BLOG IS THIS EXACTLY?
Well, its unique. I may have overpromised on the awesome part, but it IS unique.
So, I buy makeup. I might write about that.
I buy clothes and things. I might write about that.
I do day to day activities, I might write about that.
I could be an agony aunt. Oooh, please someone write to me with your problems.
Books, movies, music, friends, families, relationships...I could write about that too!
And maybe the odd app review.
(Im sorry, I lied. I wont be doing any app reviews. Its much kinder to let you know now, than have you trawl this place looking for them. Plus, I would actually have to remember my iTunes password for that.)
This blog may also contain traces of nuts (by that I mean, me being nuts.)
So heres a question for my (imaginary) readers:
Lapdancing- how would you feel about your boyfriend getting one without your knowledge? Is it cheating? Is it a waste of money? Is it a dealbreaker, or no big issue?
