I’ve resisted starting a blog because I’ve been trying to do things that make me feel like an adult rather than a pre-teen. And because even thinking the word “blog” makes me feel deeply self-conscious and kind of like a super-lame creepo. But approximately every 7 minutes something happens to me that I find myself wishing desperately I could blog about, so much so that my heart rate quicken and my body starts convulsing at the thought of such rich material going unwritten. So what the hell.
That’s all for now. Stay tuned next time to hear the heartwrenching story entitled “Why all of my living room furniture has been covered in tin foil and tarp for the past three months.”
Intriguing start! Dropping a bread crumb so I can find my way back to read more when time is more friendly.
Awesome! Glad to have you.
When my family moved into this part of town in 1967 Lehning’s still had a fnintcouing soda fountain. My sisters and I were allowed to walk there to buy candy and comic books. Later a Qmart opened maybe a block away and that was our destination. I think the Qmart replaced a little grocery store.
The answer of this queitson would depend on how you defined good , and if you defined good, then you would have to explain the meaning of evil . If you are a seemingly good person and you are racist, then that would make you less of a good person. It truly depends on how strongly you believe in your views about racism, and if you are willing to defend yourself and your action in order to remain a nominally good’ person.