The beginning of my online journal

So, this is it. The beginning of my blog - an ugly word and a forum for bad writers and misguided people everywhere. Horrible, really. I hope I'm not (overly) guilty of either. Or dullness. No fate worse than being boring. Odorous, I guess. Dull and odorous, now THAT'S a fate. I met that guy. On a bus from Velingrad to Sofia. Large, snoring man with uncontrolled, wet sneezes and garlicy, carnivorous breath. On to better things....