Hello, this is my test post. It's pretty neat. I'm going to add a photo and life will be good. I'm also going to add a bunch of random text below to see how things display.
Wow look. There's Goose!!! Ok this is pretty neat and simple. Looks like I can also add some stuff here. Check out the dates below for stuff.
this | is | a | table |
January 16 | idk what else | ||
Ok and now there's a table here. I can also add buttons!!!
I can also add polls.
This is a poll in a blog. do you like Goose?
yes
yes but as option #2
And then I can keep going and say things. Alrighty. Here comes the randomly generated text.
She needed glasses. It wasn't that she couldn't see without them, but what she could see with them. When she wore glasses, her eyes focused so deeply that she could see not only the physical but also beyond. It was like a superpower. But she needed glasses. It really shouldn't have mattered to Betty. That's what she kept trying to convince herself even if she knew it mattered to Betty more than practically anything else. Why was she trying to convince herself otherwise? As she stepped forward to knock on Betty's door, she still didn't have a convincing answer to this question that she'd been asking herself for more than two years now.
One foot in front of the other, One more step, and then one more. Jack's only thoughts were to keep moving no matter how much his body screamed to stop and rest. He's lost almost all his energy and his entire body ached beyond belief, but he forced himself to take another step. Then another. And then one more.
He stepped away from the mic. This was the best take he had done so far, but something seemed missing. Then it struck him all at once. Visuals ran in front of his eyes and music rang in his ears. His eager fingers went to work in an attempt to capture his thoughts hoping the results would produce something that was at least half their glory.