oh delicious frogs full of custard
Hot damn

I feel so ridiculous posting with an audience of one person, is this part of the natural life cycle of a blog?  With my last tumblr I just kinda followed people/reblogged crud and they’d follow me back out of what was presumably common courtesy, which is why I want to do it differently this time. I suppose I’ll just kinda treat this as a cathartic little outlet, as having one of those might be pretty neat.

What I disliked about my last tumblr was that I didn’t feel like I was doing anything with it, or that it was reflecting much about myself aside from the general sense of my humor from my reblogs. It wasn’t really doing anything for me, or properly functioning as a little window into my life.  Since blogging is pretty much a form of masturbation as it is, I might as well avoid treating it like it’s anything else and do it the way I’d like. Fittingly enough, here I am pouring what’s on my mind into my hidden little nook in the internet and hoping somebody out there will at some point find it interesting.  Hopefully if anyone follows, it’ll be out of genuinely wanting to read more of what I’ve got.  Maybe that’ll happen, maybe it won’t.

Call me a exhibitionist, but stuff like this is always a lot more fun when you know people are sneaking a peak every now and then. c;

As I slap this proverbial pony on the ass so that it might just saunter out of the gates

I am just going to go ahead and say that lobstering is objectively the worst experience any individual (in their right mind or otherwise) might be unfortunate enough to find themselves having, and that anyone who stumbles upon this blog through their passion for lobstering alone has my condolences.

While I am aware that this post will inevitably cause me to lose out on the massive fishing community demographic on tumblr, my resolute plans for this blog to be one of integrity and principles simply would not allow for such a lie of omission on my part.

Judge me as I am, tumblr.