Mordant Coffee
I confess--I haven't gotten around to making this a real blog. As of right now, it's crap (if I may say so). Blog layout and other such superficialities aside, what concerns me is the content. I have three other online journals (that are active) besides this, and each with their own sets of audiences and personalities.
This is another attempt at hiding in plain sight. But, I ask myself, what sort of entries will I write here? Originally I had planned venting all my repressed anger and inevitable neurotic breakdown in this blog. Mordant, dark. Coffee, a bitter and far too addicting beverage. But whenever I'm feeling those 'beauty in a breakdown' moments, I'm far from internet access. By the time I can rage in private, those emotions are lost, and replaced by chipmunk optimism.
Aside. That might be a good thing. I'm leery of ever being called 'emo'. That word deserves a whole other post, though. End aside.
I don't know. I don't know what I'll be writing here, though I'm leaning towards sardonic, pretentious witticisms. I don't know if I'll be writing in my native language--probably not, since I'm hopelessly inept in grammar. Heck, I don't even know if there's going to be an audience.
The point? Stick around. I might surprise myself, too.
I confess--I haven't gotten around to making this a real blog. As of right now, it's crap (if I may say so). Blog layout and other such superficialities aside, what concerns me is the content. I have three other online journals (that are active) besides this, and each with their own sets of audiences and personalities.
This is another attempt at hiding in plain sight. But, I ask myself, what sort of entries will I write here? Originally I had planned venting all my repressed anger and inevitable neurotic breakdown in this blog. Mordant, dark. Coffee, a bitter and far too addicting beverage. But whenever I'm feeling those 'beauty in a breakdown' moments, I'm far from internet access. By the time I can rage in private, those emotions are lost, and replaced by chipmunk optimism.
Aside. That might be a good thing. I'm leery of ever being called 'emo'. That word deserves a whole other post, though. End aside.
I don't know. I don't know what I'll be writing here, though I'm leaning towards sardonic, pretentious witticisms. I don't know if I'll be writing in my native language--probably not, since I'm hopelessly inept in grammar. Heck, I don't even know if there's going to be an audience.
The point? Stick around. I might surprise myself, too.
