Bloggin

I have a physical diary lying right next to my pc. It's got a nice leathery texture and it's salmon colored, pencil case right on top. And yet I never seem to flip it open and write about my day unless I'm feeling pretty spicy.

Something feels particularly private about writing stuff in the mysterious hackerman coding window where the interwebs happen, it's like some behind the scenes stuff. Woah.

Ideally that means I'll use this tab for it's intended purpose and dignify my thoughts with some carefully written sentences.