At Times I Am Downright Maniacal

Spurred on by a friend, I decided I’d try my hand at blogging. At first I edged away from the idea. Me? A blogger? In my mind, bloggers are all hip twenty-somethings clacking away in their local Starbucks injecting the internet with their unique brand of sarcasm and pithy observation. That’s not me! I mean, I’m a twenty-something who enjoys sarcasm, pithy observation, and the internet, but coffee upsets my stomach!

Disregarding this huge shortcoming, I have indeed started up a blog and I’ll be damned if I can think of a great way to start it. So I’m doing what I always do, making things up as I go along.

My name is Jeff, I’ll be twenty-four this month. I’m tall, I have dark hair, I’m strikingly handsome, charming, amicable, funny, and quick as a whip. I’d have to say my best trait is my modesty. I pride myself on it.

I am a full time writer. I say that because “full time writer” sounds far more impressive than “unemployed.” I’ll resume the job hunt soon enough, I’m unemployed under my own volition, I can survive on the money I have saved up. I’m fine! What are you, my mother?

Hopefully, my meager offerings into the “blogosphere” (Do we still call it that? I hope not) will be well-received among other blogosphereonauts and the public at large. Buckle your seat-belts, this may be a hell of a ride.

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