What could be the first of many, or just another shot in the dark.

I think, that I should try and write everyday.   Not about anything particularly interesting, not to gather a following to rival dooce, but to “get it all out, what’s in my head”.  And realistically, I probably won’t even do that, just in case some one I know finds it.  Or I write too much and become friendly withn someone that has read it.

It happens.

I currently refer to myself as misery guts, so that should give you a good idea of just how uplifting this blog is likely to be.

Remember Judy Blume books as a teenager?  Most likely, they’re hopelessly outdated by now.  But when I was a teenager, they were “grown up”, a sign that you were becoming a “real” teenager (Oh joy), and they were a little bit risque.

Now I guess we’d read them to eight year olds.

Anyway, there was a kid in one of her books, and her costume for Halloween (yet another American holiday I have no real grasp of, I file it in the same mental file as “snow”) was as a flenser, the person that cuts the blubber off whales.

I’m an Australian barmaid.

Do you think it might be sarcastic?