Blogging. It's so 2001. It isn't often I am six years behind on a trend. I'm hip, fashionable, and pop culture has been my best friend since my second grade birthday party at the nearby roller skating rink. Just ask all the cleverly dressed Troll dolls I got as gifts.
I am afraid that in the very beginning of this current century, my college quest to consume enormous amounts of liquor and the subsequent graduation (yes, I have defeated my fear of the "G" word) that dropped me into the "real world" like hastily packed MRE's from a miltary helicopter, I ignorantly dismissed the idea of blogging. And how could I? I have been denying the entire world my views on important and thought-provoking topics such as the utopia that is a college campus, the complete awfulness of marriage at any age before 62, the horrendous effort of Cleveland sports teams when it counts most- in the championship finals, and exercising while wearing a thong.
Does this life make my butt look big? I aim to find out.
