I've finally decided to start a blog. Things that I am neglecting while I get this baby off the ground include, but are not limited to; finding a job, decorating my new apartment, paying my bills, taking a box of crap to Goodwill, calling my grandmother, buying light bulbs at Target, and cleaning my cat's litter box. Instead, oh gentle reader, I have spent the past hour fucking with the format, choosing a color palette, and trying to pick a name that is whimsical yet appropriately angst-y. I was going to put up a picture of your lovely authoress (ahemm, myself) but I can't handle the pressure. Also, I really have to get to Plato's Closet to see if I can make rent money by selling my old designer duds. So adieu. Next time I'm here I'll have a real post, a picture that captures both the saucy AND serious sides of my personality, and a firm grasp on colon vs. semicolon use.
I'm a lover, not a fighter. I have been known to do embarrassing things in the name of ice cream cake. I like books and camping and cuddling and traveling and long words and sauerkraut and cheese sandwiches. I just learned how to spell sauerkraut.