And on the first day, He created a blog.
If by He you don’t mean the big guy upstairs, but instead a young female college student, and by blog you mean online diary.
I’ll go back to the beginning… I had just finished work. It was a long and tedious shift requiring self control beyond imagination to avoid stabbing the new guy with a freshly sharpened chef’s knife. Seriously, the guy’s a douche. Like the love child of George.W.Bush and that guy off Jersey Shore that looks like a paint brush. But with worse hair. I digress… I had just finished work, arrived safely home and double bolted the heavy wooden door behind me.
I creep down the hallway, to avoid the wrath of the three hibernating bears one could call my family (i’m a bitch, but i’m no masochist) and head out the back. Now I don’t do crack, I don’t rob banks, I don’t take vodka to school under the guise of water in a bottle (though it’s not a bad idea) but I do have one addiction; that sweet, sweet nicotine. Especially after a long day. Or before a long day. Or on a particularly lazy Sunday afternoon sitting in the sunshine with a glass of icy cider. It’s my kryptonite, what can I say?
After I had sufficiently soaked my lungs in black tar and rat poison, I collected Spencer from his little house, brought him inside and sat down at my desk. Before you think awful things; Spencer is not a boyfriend or a child that I keep locked up outdoors whilst I work all hours of the night. He is a rabbit. Personally, I’m convinced he is an eleven year old boy with ADHD locked inside a bunny’s body, but since Spencer still lacks the ability to communicate beyond the occasional grunt and well placed pile of crap when I especially irritate him, I guess we’ll never know.
Aaaaannnywaay, I sat down at my desk, popped open my second draw and what did I find? My old diary. For those of you that have ever kept a journal, you’ll know that reading your inner most thoughts from anything longer then six months ago can be a shocking and embarrassing experience. Why did I care so much if that particular guy had feelings for me? He looks like a freaking Jonas Brother. And not the attractive one. And why did I feel it necessary to fall in love so quickly, and then be so heart broken. That wasn’t love, silly past me. You have only known it once, it is long gone and you don’t want it back. My god that diary has more teenage angst then the entire Twilight Sage combined.
SO my hypothetical readers, the point of this entire post was to tell you that I have started this blog as an online diary. Somewhere I will aim to write regularly, about the silly and interesting a weird and tedious stuff that happens to me, as well as the stuff i’m interested in and passionate about. I’m gonna try and make it entertaining. It’s more for my benefit then yours, but if you get some enjoyment out of it, that’d be just grand. Even if its simply knowing that your life isn’t as boring as mine.
Ciao for now, Izzy.