Having finally deleted the seemingly indefatigable abomination that was my old blog I've been gripped by the sudden need to write a blog entry for the first time in weeks. Perhaps, it's not the desire to post that's so surprising as the desire to write right and write well. Those of you following my blog posts will be all too familiar with the brutally Philistine subject matter,almost complete incoherence and terrifying grammar and punctuation that came to characterise the blog entries of the last few months- my deepest sympathies go out to you; it's alright now, it's all gone- not that I'm suggesting anything that I've ever published on blogger has been completely understandable or correct but that the selectness of quality control seemed to have become more yielding, dramatically so. You may also (I hope)have had enough trauma to be skeptical of the drive behind the resolution or even my ability to meet the ambitious promise to be a better correspondence. Not that you'd doubt the sincerity of the surely touching plan but(might)be a little less certain about my ability to maintain the enthusiasm to remain committed to what does not come naturally to my frazzled, anxious teenage mind. then perhaps you're also suspicious, or maybe just cautious of my definition of 'well.' If you are, you're not a complete disappointment as a human being because God knows you'd be a rabid moron to feel anything less than a 'pressing discomfort' let alone actually believe I'm capable of controlling the impressive spray of spit that companies every syllable, or even that I want to.
I'm going to use words. Loads and loads of words.
