I am going to assume no one else other than future me will read this.

I am obviously not called Joseph Danger. Really.

I am 27, in fact I am 27 and…70 days.

I am genuinely surrounded by very talented people everyday of my life.

I am travelling to London tonight with my family to see my family.

I am taking tablets to stop my teeth hurting, they have hurt for a few months now. I am oddly excited to see my dentist on Valentine’s Day. This is the date of my next appointment, I am not dating my Dentist. Although if he was a petite brunette with good boobs and not a 50 year old man from Bolton then I would because he has great chat.

I am a Copy Writer for The Leith Agency, well in fact I think my job title is that of Art Director but, if i’m honest, I don’t think i’m fooling anyone. I am a writer. I think I am anyway. It’s where I feel most comfortable and I’m pretty sure the agent I just got for writing would be pretty pissed if I decided I wasn’t.

I am typing this from 37 The Shore, Edinburgh

I am sure I should be doing something else that makes the company money.

I am training to run a marathon, not for fun or pleasure but to do a small thing for a friend who lost a best friend.

I am secretly hoping it makes me look fit.

I am waiting patiently on someone I have never met in America deciding if something me and my friends made is good enough to pay a considerable amount of money for. I am sure this decision will play a part in how the rest of my year and, I suppose in turn, my life goes. That’s weird.

I am writing a book on positivity.

I am doing this with my partner. Creative, not life.

I am glad I found him.

I am most likely in love.

I am realising that the placement of the last sentence and the preceding one makes it appear that I am in love with him. I am not. He’s a he. She’s a she.

I am regretting this arbitrary stylistic tone I chose on a whim.

I am missing not seeing my best friend as much these days but I am happy he has found someone who makes him happy. He also sort of has a dog now too, so that’s cool.

I am pretty sure I’ll vote ‘Yes’.

I am sure everything will be ok.

I am sure that I have nothing to back the last statement up.

I am sure someone will think I am a twat for writing this.

I am going to tell myself I don’t care.

I am going to stop now and just post this.

I am not sure what the point was but I am sure it will feel make sense to someone one day.

I might put that on my gravestone.

Today I am me.

and that’s really all I am.