Something always has to be the start.

And while I’d love to start this fresh blog with some sort of inspirational verbosity it’s just not going to happen.

The last time I felt inspired I had someones balls slapping against my bare arse, and just quitely, that’s sure as fuck not happening right now.

Usually, I’m obsessive compulsive about my online privacy.  I rarely reuse blog names or email addresses.

I am generally paranoid about my real world life overlapping with my online life.

This time, strangely unconcerned.

Perhaps, not entirely the truth.  I have concerns, I’m just ignoring them.

I should warn the unsuspecting public now, I am an excellent STARTER.  I’m a shithouse continuer or finisher.