My friend Patrick would be proud, as for some odd reason he likes the word "balls".

And yes, I'm back to square one. I'm starting an all new blog because I'm very lazy at trying to switch out between ten accounts for blogs, and seeing three ideas for blogs trashed and not yet deleted by the Google people after several days (they said ninety, but I'm not really keeping track.)

There is a saying that goes around that "Great novels are written by those who aren't afraid".

True, but there's a lot of theories that can go against that, but it's what a natural pessimist would do.

Enter, myself. (I'm partially a pessimist. Only if I could get rid of it.)

It sucks writing the same material over and over again, from notes to self or using a blog as an outlet for me because I'm pissed.

I really don't know. I only go to five sites in the internet, seven if you count porn, ten if I'm bored and the number will probably remain stagnant unless I go to twitter and find a link about failblog or something, who knows.

I really have no specific goals or gimmicks for this blog. It's straight up "balls" in every sense of the word itself. If a ball is tossed at you, you either you get it or you don't. If it hits you, it either hurts you or it doesn't. Some people are really interested in balls whether you're straight as a sports fanatic who happens to like a plethora of balls or you're gay for liking what's below a guy.

The truth is that life is a "ball" game, and while you have your own metaphor for it, this one's mine.