Hello, hello. Greetings are always the hardest. Because you're expected to write something really profound and moving. The trouble is, I'm ordinary. Well, maybe not ordinary, but certainly not a leader. Like most people, I haven't got a clue about what any of this means and I'm probably as groundbreaking as the next person in line for a 3am cheeseburger. Basically, I'm like you, but not.
If you're out there reading this, you'll now know that I'm counting down the days until I move away from this wasteland town, get a new job and get my butt back into uni. The wait has been gruelling.
2011 is full of so much radness already and I'm dusting off my combat boots to kick some serious ass. My 3rd and final year is bursting with awesome things such as short film projects, impromptu city adventures and various drunken debates. Possibly with Johnny Depp lookalikes wearing hawaiian shirts. Or even you. Maybe. Possibly. Who cares.
This is Trash Noir. A little piece of the interwebs, owned by me and read by you and stalkers alike. This humble abode might do a number of things. Maybe engage you, sadden you, humor you or bore you. But whatever the case, I'll always be me. It's all I know.
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