Inspired

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
It has been forever since my last confession.
The internet has taken the privacy screen out of the confession box and replaced it with a HD camera, a Hi-Fi microphone and an amplifier that broadcasts people's deepest darkest secrests to the world.
And I fucking love it. Blogger seems to be the blog of choice, its simple and clean. I had one on here before, but I stopped writing it because it acted more as a live journal than anything. Recounts of events for my friends to keep up on my life. Thruthfully it was because my memory is pretty bad and I can't really remember last week.
I plan on using this to do more introspective lamenting. It will no doubt will be base and trivial and all things mundane but this is more for my pleasure anyways. If you enjoy following this blog, then cheers mate.
I titled this post inspried because, and I mentioned above, I've doen the blog thing before. I stumbled on the 'gay blog' curcit just this summer and was amazed to find the kind of blogs I wanted to read. About young, professional, promiscuous homosexuals, that give all the nitty-gritty details I long to exprience.
Imagine a well adjusted young male, with a career and a body and healthy sex life.
Well this blog will tell the 'tales in the city' of a brown boy, with a few issues that lives in a very tradtional town. I wish not to gush over London, Ontario and the ways in which this town irritates me. Well at least not all at once.


So here goes ya'll.