Questions.

Yo.

I don't know what the hell I'm doing here, haha. My mum wants to make a blog, so I thought I might as well make sure I get the hang of it by making one, before she bombards me with questions and complaints. It'll be difficult learning the mechanics of this thingy if she's pointing a shotgun (both proverbial and literal, you dont know this woman! I maintain that she's the head of a terrorist organisation of some sort, like Mums Gone Wild, or something Equally sinister.)

So here I am, tired and vaguely discomforted by the notion of what I'm doing. I wonder if I can keep this seperate from my friends and family, if perhaps this space can be used to create - reveal, a hitherto unknown me? Hmph. Will it even matter?

Still, it can't hurt to churn out words, regardless of their meaning, being a writer - this excercise can only increase my aptitude for the written word. Who knows, perhaps I'll meet people new and different - fresh, in an all too uninspiring world. Given that I know little of this site, and how to navigate it, I doubt that though.

Hey World,
come say hello.