Virginities are always fun!

Band wagon's.
You either love them or you hate them. Generally speaking, I despise them. However, I am a self proclaimed (oxy)moron, and have jumped on the wagon labelled 'Blogging'.

Hello, I'm L.G. I am a first time blogger.

I fell into the same darn delightful trap as my mother, blogging- does my mother really have to be on facebook and twitter too?

Having said that, I bet my dearest mamma bear shall be my only follower, so I should be grateful. Though I intend to keep these thoughts anono/nymous (spellings could prove a tiresome part of this new blog thang I feel. Shoot.)

Wow, it's crazy and real and surreal all at once. I feel like the UK's very own Sarah Jessica Parker embarking on a new column that could just be the making or breaking of my life.

I'm in a small but inspiring top floor flat/apartment in Edinburgh. Is the term an 'apartment' just the pretentious terminology for a 'flat'? If it is I am temporarily living my good life in a fluffing fabulous apartment, 20 minutes walk out of town, whilst performing Shakespeare's hilarious comedy Taming Of The Shrew at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. It's wondrous, hilarious and a real experience for me what with being an Edinburgh Fringe Festival Virgin too! Why not pop as many cherries as I can at once? Weirdly enough there are cherries staring up at me from the kitchen table, moodily lit, but glistening all the same, screaming 'eat me, pop me, eat me!'... I caved. Yum. I wonder whose they were? hmmph.

Night is here, and the show tomorrow shall require some godly amount of energy and wit so hitting the hay is quickly becoming a reality.

'Mimpi Manis'

Thank you for reading my blog spot cherry pop!

L.G.