I am not really the writer type.  As a pre-teen I tried to keep a diary cause it seemed cool.  But it wasn't a habit I could keep up.  Marta, my roommate keeps signing me up for various internet-connected things, and I just go with it.   I like the icons people have on here, so that is already one attraction for me.   

I promise to do my best to write in here, as I really like to look back and see what I was doing, when and and what my thoughts about it were.  Do you ever enjoy getting your visa bill because you can look back and see what restaurants you went to, or remeber the time you had to pay to get your car out of the towing lot, all because of a crazy night, where you didn't put yoour parking location on the top of your priority list.  Oh the memories.

I just came back from a walk outside, cause I was inside all day.  I am a commuter, so sometimes, I start to suffocate if I don't get some Toronto Fresh air.   I just drank some Perrier and ate a few olives... so obviously, I am a class act. 

So now that I've written this, who is  going to read it?