It's about time...

Well, it's about time I started my own blog. As anyone who knows me will say I usually have something to talk about (or I'm just talking to talk). With my new job and the fact that I'm pretty much chained to my desk and computer I might as well find a way to pass the time and share my thoughts.

I'm debating whether or not I'll want my parents to know about this site due to some of the content that I might be writing. Generally they know pretty much everything I do because I tell them (often to make my mother grimace and wonder where she went wrong raising me) but sometimes I like to spare some of the details (marathon puke sessions from too much alcohol consumption, dalliances of sorts with females, nearly getting arrested or anything else that they'd be legitimately disappointed in me doing).

I know this is a rather lame post which is unfortunate given that it's my first. I probably should start with some amazing story about one of my Hollywood excursions (I don't really have many at the moment except for learning I don't want to be a career assistant in this town). I'm not going to.

My intention with this blog is to be as uncensored as I can without truly disappointing those closest to me. I also plan on being highly sarcastic and at times a lil' filthy.

I want to thank Jon for coming up with the "by George!" part of the name for this blog and then my own creative mind for adding (the Third) to it. I was wracking my brain trying to come up with something genius and was looking for all sorts of help and Jon provided this gem to me. Thanks, Jon. If I get home in time I'll make brats tonight. If not, I'll make them some other time.

One of my less humorous friends, Bridget, thought I should make it as an ode to her. Playing along with this notion I described to her how I could open the blog with a post going:

"Dear World,

Bridget (last name left out for her privacy) is the best. I'm saving up money by turning tricks on the weekend. I'm doing this to pay for a sex change and facial reconstructive surgery so I can look just like her. She is my hero and the person who validates living for me. I want to be the best transsexual version of her there is. I will stop at nothing to be like her."

She thought it was perfect. I realized I am more funny than she is.

I look forward to writing more anecdotes, discussing my opinions, thoughts (it's socially acceptable now-a-days for a girl to put out on a first date, right?), beliefs (that I'm very funny and good-looking) and anything else I want to. It's my fucking blog. deal with it.

- George III



p.s. I told Bridget I might be better looking as her as a trannie than she is and that she'd be in for some competition in terms of who'd be the better looking Bridget. She replied "That's true."