Argh. I suggested this blog title with a particular thing in mind to write about, and now I can’t remember it. Let me ramble and...
still callow and dissolute sadly no longer a youth
In which I pick a letter and go on a rant.
In which I open my diary.
In which I discover that I’m even more stupider than I thought.
In which I pick my favourite social medium.
In which I am afraid of nothing. NO-THING! Except maybe rubber masks.