Well, one of my friends suggested I start blogging as a way of release, expression...whatever. I usually frown upon suggestions, for their inception is usually one of a passive aggressive nature. This friend of mine, however, fully meant her words and it is for this reason I am starting such an endeavor.
In order to join this mysteriously arrogant, yet oddly soothing blogging bandwagon; I must first describe myself to you, Oh, Anonymous Reader Who May Not Even Exist. This is obviously a long name for you, so from henceforth I shall refer to you in a myriad of other ways, yet each of them will be denoting my true feelings of blogging: That it is a very odd thought, to think of just writing for no real receptor other than the vast vacuum of cyberspace.
Now, as for my descriptors:
I am the daughter of a man who knows no transgression he cannot forgive, and whose humility is unmatched
I am the daughter of a mother whose love for her kin only knows warmth and intimacy, and whose acts are consistently marked with care and concern.
The sister of a woman who's creativity can not be tamed, yet her audience consistently captivated by her every thought and action.
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