De-Sy-Fur-ING

I don’t quite know how this works. I have never blogged spoken, or written on a public platform. Mum is the only word I’ve used, forming opinions in my mind, that I haven’t bothered to voice. Nonetheless, I would love to start; and where better than this window of personal space? I want to speak of chocolate fudge and rainbow sandwiches, Hermann Rorschach and the duck-billed platypus, my grocery store and the cashier’s cute friend. 

Call me lost and I’ll call you cynical, for this is my turf, with the good the bad and the ugly.

I'll see you around. Peace:D