Well,
I really have too much work to do right now. So in a wild spurt of creativity and procrastination, I have created a blog. My hopes for this suedo-publication are modest, I attest. It seems a good enough place to ramble on with my backpacking stories, engaging conversations, inspiring thoughts (these in particular are few and far between), and other such whatnots that no one wants to listen to anyways. Although I must admit that somewhere deep within, I harbor the fanciful notion that some pitiable individual may stumble across this beleaguered prose by chance and, bowing to some unfortunate human curiosity, perhaps read it. But I doubt this will be the case.
However, if by some chance the reader is in fact actual, I extend a warm welcome to have a seat in the rocking chair on the porch and watch the day roll by and listen to my yarns. Like the time I was climbing Santa Fe Baldy and...
I really have too much work to do right now. So in a wild spurt of creativity and procrastination, I have created a blog. My hopes for this suedo-publication are modest, I attest. It seems a good enough place to ramble on with my backpacking stories, engaging conversations, inspiring thoughts (these in particular are few and far between), and other such whatnots that no one wants to listen to anyways. Although I must admit that somewhere deep within, I harbor the fanciful notion that some pitiable individual may stumble across this beleaguered prose by chance and, bowing to some unfortunate human curiosity, perhaps read it. But I doubt this will be the case.
However, if by some chance the reader is in fact actual, I extend a warm welcome to have a seat in the rocking chair on the porch and watch the day roll by and listen to my yarns. Like the time I was climbing Santa Fe Baldy and...
As long as we're willingly suspending belief, and I'm sitting on your "front porch" eagerly awaiting thrilling tales or derring-do. (Originally I meant to type "of" but it works with "or" as well, so I'll leave it at that. Maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me something...) why don't I go ahead and imagine you're going to call home at some point too! Wow! That would be an amazing story, were it to happen. Now what happened with you and this bald guy?
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