This is simple.
This is my first time doing this, the whole...uh...blogging thing. And typically I’ve seen authors introduce themselves, do this and that. Some make lists, mention their subtotals or maybe makes a sob story about a childhood drive that led them to this place.
Fail.
I make my life sound like a globe-trotters’ (a la many a New York Times bestselling author) and I might drop brand names/designer labels/obscure symbolism in attempt to add some spice but the bottom line is I will be in the northeast this summer. Call me a train-setter.
I’m a student with hopefully a great idea in the making. I do not understand Red Sox fans, I do not hate on Jersey and I think Jim’s has great steaks.
And now it seems like I’m making a list.
Fail.
But enough, I’ll make an attempt to wrap this, whatever it is, up.
I’m a sap.
A hopeless romantic who’s easily bored and has a shifty eye for anything that grabs his attention (note: shifty might be the wrong word in there but just go with it for now). And for now I’ll return to my white truffle sauce steaming on the stove.
Be save,
