Fresh

I have a tedious job, astute observations, a bit of an ego and, finally, a digital camera . Now here is my blog. Gross.

The website just isn't working out since I have nothing to sell, I can't connect at work anyway and my ghetto-minimalist desgin asthetic is not pretty in print. Prewarning to avoid frustration - I like writing lists disguised as sentences and enjoy overextending metaphors and analogies.

Right now, this is feeling a little contrived and unnatural, but I foresee that changing soon. Please, massage my ego. Maybe I should be live journaling it. This doesn't allow for any emoticons. ; P (me going stir crazy trapped in my closet-room)