Me.
Me. Me me me, mememememe. ME.
My site, my rules.
I don’t usually like to talk about myself. I consider myself to be fairly common (not pretty common even!), and I don’t always think that I have anything in particular to say.
I am sometimes funny, I am sometimes reliable, I try to do my best in all situations, both at the keyboard and away from it, and sometimes I get inspired by things, other times I just rant about some shit that really grinds my gear.
But although this is about me, it’s more about you. It’s about the people that look towards me, that read the shit I post here and there, that engage with the little content I create.
It’s you the engine that pushes me further, that makes me write some more and interact with nice people from all over the world. And I love being on this path, where I feel like a small part of a big hubbub, where voices are heard.
I know I’m not the best entertainment on the interwebs. I also know that I’m not the only blog you’re reading, even though I didn’t post something remotely interesting for about 20 years, or even if you write on my guestbook or not every now and then.
But you’ll have to fucking admit that it feels so empty without me.
