… now settle down, nice and comfy, receiver of this aftermath of a digital pen.
I’m thinking about making this the place I come back to to rant and cry about everything (instead of what? Well, I’m embarrassed to say… Tumblr. Don’t tell anyone. They have really good archived 90’s rock and punk gig photos and interviews. And some really weird people).
I miss just writing stuff without needing it to catch the eye of a target audience and all that, digestible bites if you will. I miss being able to turn the mess of day-to-day adolescent-but-toddler life into something mildly humorous (particularly now, during lockdown!), and of course, getting back into nichely British sports that for some odd reason, didn’t catch on in Canada in spite of how we’d sometimes refer to ourselves as discount Brits who are nice.
Either way, with the world around being nigh unrecognisable to someone from 2019, trust, dear reader, that I am the same, for even today as I write this, I am procrastinating on taking a midterm and it’s past midnight.
Okay, so maybe not entirely the same. Asynchronous lockdown life has spoiled me.
But as I set off to get this midterm over with, I’ll just say, it’s been nice to brush feet on this black carpet of a blog background I’d decided was ideal a good few uninformed years ago. I hope I come back to it more often.