intentions

I’m going to make you believe I’m a decent person (hell, maybe even a good person), just by exposing myself as human.  If it works, it will either be one helluva manipulation on my part, or a pleasant little miracle.

I could very well be seen as a walking contradiction; a hypocrite with ever-changing personas, usually to an extreme high or low to match my hair color of choice for a given few months (high when I’m a blonde, low when I’m nearly black, if you so difficultly follow).  I always assume that I know what I want and conquer it, yet after the high wears off, I am of course naively not in the know.  My life, as anyone else’s, constitutes varying episodes of positives and pains, yet I am certain that no one’s two series follow the same course.  Mine have been, well, interesting.

Boring you with the iper-detailed stories of my youth would bore me as well.  I guarantee at least a few will come up intermittently throughout my unknown duration on this web page, but frankly, I’m a little too excited to finally be on board the blog-bandwagon that I don’t want to write about anything substantial tonight. If this defeats the purpose, I don’t really give a damn at this point: I’m just stretching for my warm-up laps.

I want to talk about my likes and dislikes.  Probably, my dislikes will show up a little more frequently.  I want to reminisce and roam, boast and get you to take my side undemocratically when I make claims from the only narrow and biased viewpoint I know: my own.  Ultimately, I am merely taking advantage of a creative outlet because I believe in expressionism and the liberal arts more than anything else in this world.  For those of you with a brain shifted towards the right, I am sorry for you.  Mine leans in your opposition and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

My grammar will frequently be incorrect and my spontaneity of thought may be misinterpreted as attention deficit.  But stay with me.  Get to know me while I get to know myself.

D.C.