I had meant, in this time, to write about my adventures and such in Winnipeg, but obviously I have not. For this I need not apologize as nobody knows about this little project yet. And to be sure, if anyone were to read my stories, they would find them without point, therefore the absense of them really doesn't matter. I, personally, have found my recent wanderings quite amusing. In the past month I have found myself lost in Transcona, I've had a small number of interesting bicycling escapades, I've spent a frigid afternoon on garbage hill, I've eaten ice cream... and I could have written a great deal about all of these things...
I must warn you that the majority of my stories are short, and while meaningful to me, will most definitely lack significance to you. I must warn you that my writing will be niether funny nor profound.
I believe that everything is some sort of adventure, and so I am inclined to tell stories that I think exciting and that you will find silly. And that is what you will be reading here.
I therefore promise, for your enjoyment, because I love you, to end every anecdote with a thrilling and fictional closing sentence. For example:
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