What's it all about, really?

I made the mistake of asking "do you like my blog?".
"It's a blog" came the reply with a hint of "oh she's so cute how she thinks she's a real blogger now" mixed with the tone.
Apparently everyone's first blog post sucks hard until they get a rhythm going and decide what it's actually going to be about.
"A good blog sticks to one topic, maybe two".
I'll be talking about myself - I'm one topic, aren't I?
So nuts to you all, I'm going to blog about whatever the hell I want.
With exception.
It would do no good to pour my heart out to my non-existent cyber friends that my house mates just don't get me only to have them read the blog and decide that it's not going to work and maybe I should leave.
But they do get me, they really do.
And interestingly they all get different parts about me.
Mister T (Not THE Mr T but similar build and not so much bling) has my food issues sorted, Missy K is on the same page with shoes and handbags having their own room and The Boy knows some stuff that will never come up as a blog topic (nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more).
But I will say this, we need a new bed.
I don't know how badly it squeeked before his bed became our bed but it goes off like a motherf**ker now.
It's at the stage where holding on to it makes no difference and our housemates feel obliged to comment on the energy and effort required to get it squeeking to that tempo.

So, like I said, this blog shall be about what ever I like.

I like M&M's.