Hellooo world, love me back

So this is what an official blog looks like!

Now that we're here... Let's lay into the seething cauldron of questions that I know you're all excited about:

I'm 26.

I love my guitar.

I'm positive it loves me back.

Given the opportunity, I would name my child Maximus, Ace, Maverick, Thor, or Optimus. This reasoning operates on the theory that a child will grow up to take upon themselves the aspect(s) of their name. Hey, give me a break here. In ancient Jewish culture names were understood to invoke not only the individual they belonged to, but were also reflective of their nature. They beheld God with such awe that speaking or writing his name was avoided because it was so holy! ( I of course cannot produce any citations because I'm making these statements based on something or another that I heard or read somewhere... nevertheless..)

I'm only half serious about that.

I'm so much more eloquent, funny, and handsome on the internet.

I love people.

A lot.

I try to make them love me back.

Maybe I don't love myself as much as I should.

Who am I kidding, I'm awesome.

See, that's just bravado.

If people find me awesome, I generally need to be told.

Like if I were to bake you a nice cake, or wash your car, I'd be expecting a lavish compliment.

I'm pretty sure that I'm feeling uncomfortably narcissistic listing all of my junk.

Also, I work in IT.

I am not stereotypical.

I do not go to ComicCon.

I don't watch Japanese Anime.

Ok, my friend made we watch some with him once.

We'd had some margaritas and I was feeling bold.

It was pretty weird.

I drink Coffee.

I think it's so delicious.

I got my father's sense of Humor.

I told him last night that it's really weird to hang out with him now, because he always says what I'm thinking.

But the truth is, I love it.

Peace, my adoring public.

I'm going to a Halloween party.