Yes. This is my second blog, the first was deleted due to fact that it wasn't appropriate according to my now stand-still boyfriend. It was actually written by my cat, via myself of course my cat didn't actually type it out, but it's amazing what our pets keep track of. Aaren (my cat) was particularly annoyed, I found out, when I would play the same song over and over. So it goes. So why would I think any of you have absolutely any interest in what I have to say. Well, I consider myself on the tail-end of a quarter life crisis, so I would like to start off this blog with the details on how that whole thing went down. Just in case there is somebody else out there like me who needs a tip or two, or maybe this will be like THE ANNA NICOLE SHOW where people tune in merely to feel better about themselves. Regardless of your reasoning I appreciate you reading none-the-less, here is a brief bio:

Appearance- small feet, green eyes, no ass
Degrees- Economics (minor in philosophy) and Secondary English Education
Hometown- Georgia- Conservative Capital of the South :-(
Favorites:
The Daily Show
The Number 23
Cats (as opposed to dogs)
Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut
Allen Ginsberg
My bear Jack
Johnny Depp
Vegetarians

Dislikes:
Church on TV
The Number 4 (no particular reason)
Dogs (as opposed to cats)
Wicked by Gregory MacGuire
John Donne
Prickly Bushes
Drew Barrymore
Veal Eaters

Yawn... I'm tired...