When a girl falls over in a forest and nobody laughs. How do we really know she's fat?
When someone starts a blog and tells no-one about it, does no advertising, gives it an obscure name etc, how do we know he is blogging? Maybe the question is, do 'we' actually care?
So today I start my first ever blog. To call it an experiment is pretentious, but I am curious as to how many curious / bored / lonely / sad (delete as appropriate) fuckers are out there cruising random new websites on the off-chance their clearly mundane lives will be briefly enlightened. I'm sure there are plenty, but will they find the fat girl?
Plus - like every other cock that's online - I reckon I'm not too shabby at writing and it's a good way to get stuff of this repressed chest anyway.
I'm sure that all that will happen is I'll get bored and no-one will read it. But that's fine.
Anyway, enough about you. Let's talk about me. I resigned my job on Friday. Someone in Africa opting to stop receiving a pay cheque... umm... not sure how sensible, but I've got to find something other than corporate (un) living for the remainder of the decades before I die.
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This is only me testing it works
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