This is the first one...isn't it...?

I'm starting this blog the only way I know how...with text...

I live in Australia, Melbourne to be exact. I grew up in the country, now I'm in the city. For those of you who are unaware, the two locations are quite different.

I live with my wife who isn't my wife, actually, we're not even dating. When together we go by the names of Natasha and Jeremy. We often have pretentious dinners that cost us a small fortune. We often go to property inspections under the guise of rich newlyweds whose parents are buying us a multi million $ property as a wedding gift..

We had budgies, they died from the cruel clutches of Melbourne's winter chill.

We had fish, they died from the unusually high levels of chemicals in our water supply.

We don't have pets anymore.

I work in event ticketing, I'm a not so struggling actor/singer (have been quite successful so far, let's see if it continues).

I'm never sure if the full stop should go before or after the brackets. ( )...?

My best friend is a journalist.

I sing and write country music.

Gah!

Should I have mentioned that?

At the moment, Natasha and I are looking for new properties around our fair city. The property we are currently renting is getting its guts ripped out and will, therefore, be uninhabitable. It seems that we will never get to stay in the one place for more than a year.

I'm excited about the move, I enjoy the packing up and getting rid of all the useless shit I've accumulated. More clothing than anything else...and paperwork. I seem to think that any form of letter given to me, whether it be a bill, a bank statement or a letter from my local MP telling me that voting for him at the next election will ensure that I receive everything I could ever hope for is VERY important and will throw it on a shelf which, later, when I'm in a hurry, will be furiously strewn about my floor when I have to find something I actually need.

More so, I enjoy setting up a new house and will not sleep until I've unpacked everything...and I do mean everything! Obsessive compulsive much?

I should probably get back to work...High School Musical On Ice beckons...