Breaking the Bottle

Here I stand, embarking on what will hopefully be a journey that lasts longer than this sentence. I have brought my bottle of some sort of cheap, warm alcoholic beverage to break over this vessle. Similiar ideas of posting my intellectual puke, as well as putting up some sort of website have all failed miserably. I have a horrible fear of commitment of which things like these can be. As well, I have the memory of a gold fish. Things seemed doomed, but then one might look at a young child and while watching the news wonder how something so innocent seeming could ever make it in this man made, God forsaken hell. But I don't watch TV and I'm not around many young children so its all good.

Life can take us in strange directions, sometimes seemingly far of course and into storms that so easily could have beeen navigated around, in hind sight at least. Yet no matter where we are taken and where we go, it is all part of the journey that is our life.

Wow, will you look at the pretty bullshat. Good intentions are a wonderful thing aren't they, let's see where this journey takes us, shall we.