Friends, Romans, Countrymen: I decided that the time has come to present to the internet world the fitter, happier, more productive me…that is to say a me who doesn’t quote Radiohead at every turn and doesn’t write lies about spaceships appearing in the back garden. It’s a new neuro you’re looking at. Actually, perhaps neuro is in fact dead? Perhaps we should begin this cleansing process with a funeral for neuro.
Clairebo has arrived for your viewing pleasure, so long as all pleasure is derived solely from the observation of intellectual goings-on, as is in keeping with my outdated feminist principles.
Although I have not yet been struck with inspiration for what shape this blogging space is going to take, I expect to be lashed with ideas at any moment. In the mean time, you will no doubt be pleased to note my dissatisfaction at the fact that the new pair of brown never-previously-worn socks that I removed from my husband’s sock wardrobe this morning and which currently swathe my feet, are already showing holes. They’re nothing but a bunch of cowboys, Ted.
I can see we are getting off to a great start. Watch this space.
Shoddy. SHODDY! WORKMANSHIP Ted!
Yay!
wait. why am i a little blue pube-haired cyclops?
Unless you add your own avatar, it randomly generates one. Don’t you like being a a blue pube-haired cyclops?
We both have a lebret piercing! I haven’t got much else… is a present expected when ones new digs are on the internet?
It hadn’t occurred to me. All gifts gratefully received!