It all had to start somewhere

Once upon a time there was a girl who had some angst and a little bit of time on her hands. It's not a good combination, folks. I wouldn't recommend integrating both aspects into your life at the same time.

Blame Myspace. That silly 'social networking' site is to blame for everything that you will read here. Well, maybe I am to blame for some of it. But, believe it or not, I was actually inspired by Myspace.

No. That is incorrect. Myspace was a tool to release my inspiration.

Yeah, that still doesn't make it sound any better. However, what's done is done.

I had never fancied myself a writer. I am more of a bitcher. Not to say the two are mutually exclusive, but I will never be a Dickinson or Hemingway. Bombeck, maybe. Regardless, I started this neat little alter-ego page and said whatever the hell I wanted.

Long story, short: From Myspace, to Facebook to here, through all of my writing/bitching/observing what have I discovered about myself? I have come to the conclusion that I am basically an extremely tall, mature 7 year old with an obsession for correct word contraction and a wicked rack.

Stay tuned, something entertaining just might pop up on the screen . . .