You may be wondering who am I? And why you should give a ham salad about what I write in my man-diary? You're probably even wondering the meaning of life and the universe as people who read random blogs often do.
Trust me I can definitely answer at least one of those questions and it's not the one you think. But I'll try...
- As for the first question, my name is Joe. I'm an aspiring poet and writer out of Atlanta, Georgia. I've written for writing.com, I did music reviews and political rantings for Hubpages (most of which were rejected for having colorful language.) I'm also a gigantic music junkie. So I make musical references non-stop.
- You shouldn't care what I write in my man-diary. You should care about what I write in my journal because that's where the good stuff is. The man-diary is reserved for the eyes of the real manly men...
- That's easy. 88.
Also, I have sick dance moves.
Peter Parker, eat your heart out.
Now that all of that's cleared up, I feel like we know each other 300% better. Which is awesome, because we're about to get to get real intimate...
I'm Franco and you're the lit match in
my mouth...
Alright, I'm starting to weird myself out (and the librarian shelving books behind me doesn't look too happy about me downloading these pictures on their computers.) so this is the end of this post.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
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