DAY THREE BUT PRETENDING IT'S DAY ONE

Welcome to my anomy, anonmy, amon, shit can't spell it..anon-e-mouse um secret blog thing.  It has my name plastered on it, yes go on, I know point out the obvious. But I wanted to be like Lara didn't I? If Lara can get her own show about nothing I can have my own blog about nothing.  Stastistically though this could be about one of the thousands of Linda Walkers in the world, so I could still be flying under the radar.

NO ONE KNOWS WHO I AM.

Look at my photo for a start, bares a striking resembling to me by the way. The pig and I are a lot alike. Greedy, self centred, like the colours pink, keen on green, allergic to exercise. Actually Lara is probably all those things too (bar the exercise bit). They are both far wealthier than me no doubt.

So anyway, my new years resolution was I was going to blog daily about nothing, but like my anon, anomy, anoymy, shit, secret blog -  I've already blown it by missing the first two days.  So being Linda Walker really is just like being Lara Bingle and its harder than you think. It took me three days to get the time to write my first post.  If only I was like Lara and could just stand still and look pretty, and say 'where the bloody hell are ya' occasionally.

By the end of the year I imagine I might be dodging the paps, or at least fielding offers from the media, but until then I will write daily on such rivetting things on the daily goings on in my world. Such as whats annoying me, whats amusing me and whats giving me gas.

So strap yourself in, (no Lara, don't strap one on...that was that video your manager has tried to hide for years) and be prepared for to be bored for the next three hundred and um - mumble mumble (can't spell, can't do maths) days.