The Whatnot of TJ

Okay, so I finished a short story and am feeling really good about my accomplishments today so I figured--it is now time to tackle the daunting task of putting myself out there in cyber space, once and for all. I have been putting this off for far too long, for much the same reasons that I don't keep a journal under my bed either...I don't want to be remembered for any of this drivel. Call it Twain-itis. (The man commented on the dump he took that morning and it was witty enough to make it into quote books for hundreds of years.) Who can live up to that kind of success? Who in there right mind even tries? Oh yeah, that would be me.

But then I read a book that really helped me out. I can't remember the title of it right now, but that's unimportant. It was a book of letters from famous people to their children. And with the exception of Twain (damn you Mark!) and surprisingly, George Bush Sr., they were all drivel. They were boring and chocked full of cliches and very few original ideas, they were common and everyday, and they gave me hope. If these people weren't afraid that their every sentence would be judged by the masses, than who am I to worry? I mean really, get over myself already!

So, here I am, with all my spelling and grammar mistakes, with all my cliches and unoriginality, unwittness...judge away!!