I have always wanted to write a blog. I guess it is much like I have always wanted to keep a diary. If my track record with diary keeping is anything to go by this blog will probably be left to rot after this one and only post. It’s not that I don’t like to write or that I don’t have anything to write about, it’s just that I seem to fail with follow through in general.
As a five year old I desperately wanted to be a ballerina. I begged my mum to take me out and buy me clothes and take me to lessons. I have no idea where this desire to do ballet came from, none of my friends danced and I can’t remember watching any dancing on TV. Despite this my mum finally gave in and we went to the dance shop. She bought me stickers with glitter and some cheap ballet shoes. I was in love. I told everyone I was going to be a dancer and made them come to shows I put on in the carport. It lasted about a week. I’m pretty sure it was then decided that decided I wanted to be a nun. Sister Act can be pretty persuasive.
My point is that I still have that attention span I had when I was five. I have trouble seeing anything through to the end. So if you like this first post and you would like some more you pretty much have to annoy me so much that I will give in. I didn’t become a nun, by the way. I didn’t understand what ‘chastity’ meant and as I got older I ditched it as a candidate for my future career.
So ... in week three you wanted to be a human/dog hybrid?
ReplyDeleteI actually pretended to be a dog. My grandma will tell you, though I deny it, that I would crawl around barking and licking people. Ew.
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