Dear Diary...

'blog one. Already at a loss for characters. I thought it'd be fun, ya know? Type about things. Tell some stories. I mean, I've been around a few. So here I go, espousing the ways of the 21st century crybabies.  I'm a bit too long-winded for Twitter. I'm already an alcoholic, so I'd better not start Facebook now. Besides, I really don't care what you have to say. Okay, bad start. I mean I wish I wanted to see what everyone was thinking about all the time, and then write back what I was thinking, bam, without even proofreading it. Alas, I do not, and so I think a diary, (and this is a diary), is better suited for my frame. I mean it's sartorially sound. I mean I wear it well. I think. Hmm. I better ask around about how to do this.