old beginnings

well, this is it.

without any objectives or blueprints, i attempt a shot at the word that i've repeatedly clenched and forcefully swallowed... blogging.

it's not that i don't appreciate those who do; as a matter of fact, it's because of the people that do that i am here.

but enough about that.

the plan is to write. and write. and write.

because contrary to the thought of me getting away with a shallow life of oblivion and ignorance,

i've discovered that writing is a necessity in my life

a necessity for expression.

so even if you like it,

or hate it,

or even if i'm speaking to an empty audience (likely),

i promise i won't mistake myself again

and i promise to express... well... exceptionally expressively.

so long as you promise to hear and be heard.