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Sunday, February 29, 2004
I've been reading other people's blogs for a while now, and realized that I have just as many pointless things to say as they do...so there. So what? So buttons. So, so, suck my toe. There we are...my level of maturity is now out there, in the open, for all to see...that is...if you didn't get the point of my blog's title...now you do. So what can you expect from me? In this blog? For weeks, and perhaps months to come? I intend to share with you, the viewing public, the bare honesty of my life...without coming right out and telling you who I am. That's right, I don't intend to tell anyone that I know that I have a blog. I don't really want anyone that I actually KNOW to know these things about me, that I'm about to share with you. Strange? Perhaps...but not really. It's always easier to share anonymously, than to risk the rejection of absolute truth with those you know and love. N'est pas? Yes, I speak a bit of French...but I'll try not to burden you with it too much. Let's start with my made up name...how about "Belinda"? Yes, that works for me. Let me introduce you to my son Leo (he's named after the boy who swallowed tacks). He'll be 21 years old this June. And my age? I'll be 38 this September 2004. Another important person who'll you'll need to know is my boyfriend Caron (what kind of name is "Caron," well, it's a made up name I tell you). Caron is 35, though to be honest he looks a bit older than I do, it's the prematurely grey hair that makes him look well into his 40s. Is that enough for now? Yes, I think so.
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