Beginner's nerves

Oh dear, this is where I finally realize that I'm not a "young person" anymore. I was reading an article on Brand Republic yesterday about how, much as we'd like to consider ourselves young, the 20 something+ individuals of this world are retro-young and are sniffed out by real young people a mile off. Opening a blog for the first time seems like such a teen thing to do - the excitement of self-expression, the desire to get the attention and love of our big messy world - I feel somewhat sheepish doing it now; it's as though I'm pretending to be a teen.

Anyhow, let's not turn this test entry into an exercise in navel-gazing. We'll see if this remains forever a test page lost amidst the myriad of awesome-forgotten-blog-names or if I somehow muster up the discipline to input at a level between verbal constipation and diarrhoea (oh dear, the spell-check is disagreeing with me on the correct spelling of this slippery eel of a word).

Buenos Aires is the scene. We're in the glitzy world of advertising - yes my friends, I sell DREAMs for every teensy need you didn't even know was gnawing inside you. My spare time is rather consumed by hiphop dance and drooling at jewelry and handbag designs. I occasionally ponder the meaning of life and wonder if I should launch myself into a multi-continental/ ethnic identity crisis.