So now that I've sufficiently heaped enough dishonor on my ancestors and cows with my introductory post, here's the real meat in this deluxe BLT of a blog.
Here's to my first blog - and it's not a school assignment, either.
I'd like to thank Hadoy, and Emily, and probably Tulli because butter my butt and call me a biscuit, I'm a competitive homo sapien and I will make a better blog than Hadoy's.
So I will sit here and pretend that everyone cares what I think, what I like, what I dislike, what I eat, what I wear, who's on my harem list (Daniel Henney, Alex Pettyfer, Mathias Lauridsen, Francisco Lachowski, Tom Cruise, Johnny Depp Jack Sparrow, Hugh Jackman Wolverine from the film version, T.O.P., Cillian Murphy, etc., etc.).
It's me.
Everyone cares.
And if you say that you don't, I forgive you. Just stop lying to yourself. It's-a bettah foh you, hunnee.
Not to toot my own horn or anything, but on a scale of one to ten of pure awesomeness, I'm probably like an eighteen point five or something, rounded down.
"At a bus station, buses stop. At a train station, trains stop. At my work station -"
-Miss Mina