So, this is LiveJournal.
Well. I kept refusing a blog, kept insisting that it was a pointless exercise in vanity, that I wouldn't be caught dead with one of these self-indulgent things.
I wonder how many other people's first posts start like that too?
Well, one way or another, here it is. My own exercise in vanity. Damned if I know who'll come upon it - with my luck, all my friends will see it just as I post something appropriately damning.
But enough of the ranting. If you're reading this, for whatever reason, you're curious what you've got.
I was born on the wagon of a travellin' show -- no, wait, I wasn't.
As the son of a son of a sailor -- well, that's true, at least. I am the son of a son of a sailor. My papous was a merchant mariner who jumped ship allegedly over a pay dispute with his captain, and went from illegal immigrant to a union boss. The American dream, at work.
Well, one way or another, here I am. Tired, aching, with a pair of eyeglasses that broke last night and are being held together by superglue (which smears over the damn lens, so I don't know what good it is really), not enough money to pay all the bills, and too many damned little things to work out that I still haven't. I probably should.
Oh well.
Take me as I am.
Take me, baby, or leave me.
I wonder how many other people's first posts start like that too?
Well, one way or another, here it is. My own exercise in vanity. Damned if I know who'll come upon it - with my luck, all my friends will see it just as I post something appropriately damning.
But enough of the ranting. If you're reading this, for whatever reason, you're curious what you've got.
I was born on the wagon of a travellin' show -- no, wait, I wasn't.
As the son of a son of a sailor -- well, that's true, at least. I am the son of a son of a sailor. My papous was a merchant mariner who jumped ship allegedly over a pay dispute with his captain, and went from illegal immigrant to a union boss. The American dream, at work.
Well, one way or another, here I am. Tired, aching, with a pair of eyeglasses that broke last night and are being held together by superglue (which smears over the damn lens, so I don't know what good it is really), not enough money to pay all the bills, and too many damned little things to work out that I still haven't. I probably should.
Oh well.
Take me as I am.
Take me, baby, or leave me.