Sex and the City; E-mail Fraud; Breathing Exercises

4:13 AM.

I’m in my bed, clicking away at what plans to be the first of a spewing series of blog entries. Very Sarah Jessica Parker-esque, I know, but no one’s really getting laid around here. Well I guess my mom and dad are, or at least I hope they are, I’m all for that.

I don’t really know what to call myself; a social critic, a philosopher, a pretentious hipster kid that thinks people will marvel at my musings, maybe I’m an ex-journalism major that has gotten a little cabin-feverish this summer. Whatever the case, you’re reading this.

Oh by the way, my name is Alex Wingate. I am an exiled king from the country of obscure bullsh*t and I need your help to withdraw one hundred million dollars from some non-credible bank. And I sent this e-mail knowing that it would be the best way to reach you, since we’ve never met. So just send back your social and a credit card number…

Anyway, I don’t really have anything important to say, but a friend requested I try this. I think all the truth we’ll ever need is bouncing around inside our skin from the moment we’re born.

Practice breathing exercises by the way, in through the nose, out through the mouth. They’re absolutely incredible.

I think we’ll shy away from the deepnesses tonight though. We don’t want to get too serious on our first entry now, do we?
I’ll be back around soon, so direct your digital attention sometime.
Preesh.
Austin.