A Real Post?

I felt like I failed you. Even though there is no one to fail. But I feel like if there were, I've failed to actually be a good Blogger.

Which is why I turned right around in my wheely chair and came back to say "I'm Sorry."

I'm Sorry potential meat shields.

I'm Sorry that I failed to give you a real post.

I'm Sorry I failed to be a real blogger.

I really hope you'll forgive me.

Also. I'm really hungry. And I don't know how to cook some things. There you go. Fun Fact about Mara.

Yay, you're learning things about me, see? I told you you would.

P.S. This is referring to my Blog's name. PG Chronicles. I really had no idea what to name a blog. I knew I wanted to have "Chronicles" in it. And PG seemed slightly appropriate. I have a tendancy to swear. A lot. So Parental Supervision, is suggested. Not really if you have a decent sense of humor, can take a joke here and there, and don't mind a bit of a potty mouth, you should be fine here.

Also. There was a random concern, about the meat shield thing. So let's just iron out this while I'm here, all my followers, may be used as meat chields in the far off future, incase there's a Dinosaur epidemeic of sorts, and the Dinosaurs turn against me and decide they want to kill me. In that specific situation, I will be calling upon all my followers and not-so-politely, asking you to sacrifice yourselves for the safety of my life.
Thank-you in advance.

I'm New To This.

Something nagged at me to make a blog. For what purpose I have no idea. I hoenstly do not think my life is all that interesting nor amazing. With that being said, stay tuned. 
There isn't anything for you to know. Atleast not at this time. My name is mine and it's confidential, feel free to call me Mara. In Elf it means Priest. Which I am definately not.
I Heart Dinosaurs.

Now on to real business.

I'm going to form an elite crew of followers. Fans if you will. I have no reason to take over the blogging world, I just think it would be kind of neat to have an elite force on my side for once.That way if the Dinosaurs turn against me, I have something there as a means of protection, or in other words, a meat shield.

Also if you may have noticed, my Blog isn't all that, unique. That's because I lack the intellectual intel to actually make a pretty blog. So, please, suffer with me. I beg you.

If you're a betting person, I've got $5 saying that my blog will over time get a lot more funny. At this moment, I really have no idea what to talk about. Infact I bet you tomorrow I'll have a real post.
If not, I'll have a decent excuse why I didn't give you a real post. I have from the moment I push the publish button, until tomorrow when I have a moment to either think about a real post, or think about an excuse. Which is why I believe my excuse will be fantastic, if I fail to bring you what I promised.

At least I'm honest.

I like leaving spaces between paragraphs, thoughts or sentances.

This is an example.

I like Dinosaurs.

I think I'm done. I'll end up ranting about something that means nothing. Like that.