Comedy notebook and set list index cards.

Please stop. You've heard of a journal, right? Are you really doing this?

Those are some thoughts I have whenever I start typing about myself. Note; typing. No problems writing about myself with ink because you actually have to break into my room, rummage through junk, and figure out my handwriting, which has been described as "cool, interesting, and did you ever do graffiti?" Never have, but do appreciate it, and can't really explain it, except that I probably went outside the lines when I was learning cursive.

Yet, my biggest hesitation against blogging was being pretentious, but guess what - it's my website, so by its very nature all of these entries will scream "hey, I have something to say!"

"Coffee stains" sounds way more intriguing than blog or journal, however this page is essentially that, a place for me to collect my thoughts and ramble for more than 140 characters and less invasive than reading a really long status update. My hand written journals have plenty of coffee stains because like any proper journalist/comedian/(whatever profession that uses handwriting meaning everyone), it happens.

Again, no clear mission statement or agenda (at the moment), but I do hope you follow along and share your thoughts. If you have a page that I should follow, let me know and I'll try to keep tabs on you as well.

And so it begins..my door is open, feel free to holler, and it's alright if some coffee is spilled.