In the movie Footloose Kevin Bacon moves to a small-ass town where listening to rock music or dancing is not allowed. But poor Kevin (even though he can't dance) has to move those hips and shake that ass. When it comes to writing, or in this case blogging, I feel like this. I must write.
I'm tired of the site where I usually write; the people are interesting, but I'm not.
So I'll come here and bore you fine people.
Be forewarned, I am opinionated, talk (post) in great length at times, and have this bizarre habit of offering advice to, oh--everyone. For some reason I feel what I have to say is important and quite freely speak my mind.
Looking forward to meeting others like me, and reading some of the crazy shit you guys talk about.
I don't offend easy so feel free to be 100% honest when we talk. I dispise liars more than thieves or serial killers; so don't go there.
What an auspcious beginning ....
