I owe my new-found interweb-journalling interest to my best friend B. He's got his own blog on hedontthinkstraight.blogspot.com, which is pretty awesome, and it got me to thinking - could I be just as cool? First response, in true inner monologue style, was to pistol-whip myself and shout obscenities regarding my complete lack of a life. However, after I kept myself up last night worrying about dying alone/being that 35 year old chick who finally settles and gets married to some balding dude from eHarmony with a penchant for Asian transvestite porn, I decided that maybe a blog could be something good, something to hold onto, something to keep me company at night while I'm suffering from the indigestion caused by the entire loaf of bread I ate for dinner. Stop judging me. It was whole wheat. Ass.
So, who am I? Well, I recently moved to Fort Worth, Texas to pursue my career. And by career I mean finding something with benefits and enough monthly net pay to get me the hell out of my parents house. So I have the career...however, I don't have my freedom in the domicile category. I moved to Fort Worth, and that meant moving in with grandma for the time being. It's not that bad...aside from the 24/7 look of disappointment that I'm not a god-fearing Christian...and her lisp. For the time being I'm making due with the homemade peanut butter cookies (I'm not completely heartless) and hiding my half-empty bottles of booze in the closet under my dry cleaning. Whoop!
I'm so glad you've decided to pursue the life of a minimally paid blogger. Giving your two cents for much less than that! At least it's gratifying and saves you months worth of mental therapy. Well that is what my therapist says.
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