I swore that I would never become one of those people, those who write blogs. So narcissistic and self serving. But I found as I was watching a guilty pleasure movie a few nights ago(Julie & Julia) I found that the idea had worked its way under my skin. In a good way. I've also come to love certain blogs out there; the women funnier, smarter and more articulate than I. Even when I have little to nothing in common with them, its the feeling of a kindred spirit, these sharp witted foul mouthed people who live in the internets. And really who the hell am I to judge them anyway? Lots of these people make a living writing about their lives, and they never have to leave their house, or put on pants. That's fucking genius I say.
So here we go, while I'm not quite sure what this will end up being or if how long I can/choose to keep it going. But the facts are these, I have things I want to do, technically have the time to do them, and really enjoy nothing more than putting myself out there to be laughed at, or learned from.
Chances are this is going to become a lot about the hobbies (home brewing, photography, gardening) I would love to have, but haven't started. Home improvement projects I need to start but haven't because I don't want to fuck it up. Learning how to properly cook, not just going through the motions resentfully every night. So bear with me and laugh along at the daily struggles of a nerd, foul-mouthed, grammar hindered, wannabe domestic goddess superwoman. It's going to be fun I swear.
*"The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot. Perhaps I should work on my originality as well.
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