Hello world...
Its hard to escape blogs these days, theyre raapidly expanding communication tool. I kick myself in the side as I write this, for I am one who believes that blogs are for people who crave attention or desire some small-ranked fame... however, noones out there telling my story, perhaps because they dont know me, or perhaps because everyone is too caught up worrying about culture politics and sex mobs. The purpose of this is fiarly straight forward; a direct and accurate record of my experiences and prose as I travel and dig into the essence of realities and un-realities.
Right now, youre probably asking, "Whats in it for me, biotch?!" but please, theres no need for profanity, let me assure you, dear reader, you will be rewarded for your participation in this experience. Im not sure exactly how, but I'm a rpretty resourceful gal so I'll figure it out at some point. For now, just relax and enjoy the ride along the inky lines. Your insight and harsh criticism will be of utmost importance.
Take it from me, the wanderer, the manic traveler, whose journal survived the absynth nights of Prague and the camel rides in Morrocco... Theres something utterly sincere about hte paperback journal one carries in their arms, sleeps on at night, curls into during those long train rides... It becomes a compainion as the handwriting takes on new forms and attitudes throughout the journey. As is, you vavaluable, will come along with me.
Bookmark this blog, tell your mates, and together we will defy the odds, rewrite the script, challenge the norm. Pick your lichche. OR we will fail miserably and everyone will laugh at us byut itll be a trip. Here we are, let me introduce you to New Zealand.
