By popular demand...

Here I am. And I'm gonna blog. Yeah, it's probably my fifty millionth attempt at this. The wreckage of digital and hard copy journals I've left in my path is significant. You could probably fill a couple shelves with them. Well... except for the digital ones. They're kind of nothingness. Which is pretty much all I wrote.

Over the last two years, I've been approached at parties, emailed, myspace messaged, and generally verbally encouraged to write more. I've been told it entertains. I don't think I'm all that OR a bag of chips, but I think I've finally been told enough to get the point. Tonight I was having drinks (and baked brie and mozzarella and tomato salad... but that's a whole yummy story that will get me quickly on a food tangent) with Kaira - one of the cooler chicks on the planet. She asked me a question, which I shall not divulge, because it's going to be the topic of my first REAL blog as opposed to the intro one, and after I answered her, she incredulously asked me if I had that answer down anywhere.

No. Of course not. It's all in my head. That's where it all is. My brainspace has a lot, some useless, some not. Some funny, some dramatic, some smart stuff, some things that maybe I shouldn't know. But it's all in there.

On my drive home, I shook my fists to the heavens, crying out, "FINE, God, you WIN, I'll write this crap down I GET it!"

Kay, maybe that's a bit dramatic. Obviously I wasn't shaking my fists in the air while I was driving. That's dangerous and my mother wouldn't approve in the slightest.

But still.

So here we go. I'm not even gonna write all that bull crap about how I'll be good about this one and I'm really gonna do this time and how I know this will be good for me and blah blah blah. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, it doesn't. But I kind of hope it does, because I spent kind of a long time figuring out how to customize my header and make something I liked. And for that alone, I owe it to myself.