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!
