Not a Glorious Return

Just creeping through the door at the ass-end of early, trying not to wake the wife.

2010 has come and gone.Thank god for that. It was a miserable fucking year, as far as comfort goes. I made some of the biggest mistakes of my life in 2010, learned some of the hardest lessons, and managed to pull my head out of my ass long enough to get back on my feet. Just in time for the new year. Resolutions? Fuck 'em. Why make promises when I've got something I can look at and be proud of? Quit smoking? Fuck you, I like to smoke. I LOVE to smoke. I'll quit sometime, but when I'm good and ready, and not because I have to buy another calendar. Lose weight? Double-fuck you. I look fantastic. I am the paradigm of masculine beauty.

To hell with resolutions. I'm still alive, and I'm smarter. I'm older, and I've got some experience under my belt. I'm an honest-to-god contributing-to-society type. And, from time to time, I verbally crap onto this blog, hoping that people will read it. Sometimes people do. Good, selah, and so much for that. I have a lot of fun on here, when I get the time to be myself. But, you know, being me isn't easy. Especially when I'm the one that has to do it.

My name is Tambour Inmann. I'm a bastard, and I'm okay with that. I'm honest And I am fed up with the bullshit. The mystique, the half-lies, the delusions, the sick and twisted shit they'd like you to believe. Fuck it all.

Happy New Year. Make it a good one. And have a drink on me.

Tambour