Well would you look at this. It’s January 1, 2012. I’ve posted/blogged/whatever like two things on here, and I’ve had this account for around six months. I’ve decided that one of my very, very small new year’s resolutions is to use my Tumblr account more. So, this is going to be my first real post thingy (I need to figure out what these things are actually called. (and as I’m typing this sentence, I look up at the top of the screen to see “Add a Text Post”. I feel smart.)). This first post is just gonna be telling you, all four of my followers, a little about myself to show you what you’ve gotten yourselves into.
WARNING: Do not expect consistant, meaningful posts about consistant topics with correct spelling or grammar. I’m a 17 year old male. C’mon.
Well let’s see. How should I start this? I guess telling you that my name is Benjamin Paul Clark would be a good start. I was born on June 20, 1994 in Fort Dodge, IA. I live in Rockwell City, IA, which roughly 1,900 people call home, and that number includes the low-security prison about a mile east of town. I am a proud South Central Calhoun Titan. Basketball is my LIFE. I bleed black and gold for my Hawks and blue and gold for my Golden State Warriors. Stephen Curry is my idol.
Now, I realize this was a pretty short, pathetic post, but I promise they will..probably..get better. This is all for now.
This was fun. I’m gonna do this more often.
I shall communicate with you select amount of people that have decided that I’m special enough for you to follow, even though I only know one of you and, judging by your display picture, one of you is a stripper. Don’t get me wrong, Stripper, I greatly appreciate you following me. I can use all the followers I can get. Until I get a good amount that is. Once I get a good amount, you can unfollow me. It’s just kind of awkward.
Anyways, I’ll talk to ya later, peeps!
P.S. I can’t believe I just said peeps.
P.P.S. I’m watching the Lakers-Nuggets game. 1. Metta World Peace is a stupid name. 2. Foreigners aren’t nearly as good at basketball as Americans. Dummy heads.
P.P.P.S. I had to Google the appropriate way to spell dummy heads.
P.P.P.P.S. I talked directly to the stipper that follows me more than the one follower I actually know…
P.P.P.P.P.S. Hi, Taylor! :)
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. P.S.ing is fun. :D