How are you?

Whenever people ask, for the sake of simplicity, I always say “good”, just because I’m too lazy to say anything else. Also, it’s possibly because I don’t know what else to say. “How are you” feels just like a formality, you say it for the sake of conversation. I suppose, it works if you have nothing else to say. So, idle conversation to win?

I would hate to be a pizza man. Let’s look at this unrealistically, first, I’d have to go through a sex change and secondly, it would be torture for me to deliver PIZZA to someone else’s door. I think that broke my heart right there… The only good thing is that kids would love you, I think. (Unless you ate their pizza and ran, hahaha) But maybe the kids would end up tackling you and mug the pizza or something… .. hm. I don’t want to be a pizza man.

I love to blog. I never liked keeping one, but the idea makes me happy. I also almost always end up dying half way through it because it’s too much of a hassle. (…But I must admit that I like to look back and laugh at my old entries and remember stuff.) So, that’s my primary reason for creating this blog: to laugh at it. The other reason would be: It’s pretty.