Hello, America! How are ya?

I've been tossing back and forth the idea of starting a blog for the past few weeks. This all came about after spending some leisure time (read: multiple hours at work) perusing other people's blogs and thinking, "Hey, maybe I can document my musings and have internet passersby happen upon them by chance and immediately be drawn in by my sharp wit and quirkiness!" (Note: it didn't exactly sound like that in my head; I paraphrased in an "I Have a Dream" tone.) BTdubs, mad props to The Sassy Curmudgeon - this is one of the first blogs I stumbled upon, and I'm not ashamed to say I read it in its entirety in the span of three weeks. Definitely check it out...if you know what's good for you.

Anyway, since I was strongly considering sharing my life with the world via written word, I wanted to see what my dear and supportive friend The Got thought about it. Her exact words, if I understood them through the laughter, were "You're such a damn hipster." It probably didn't help my case that I was sharing this information with her while shopping for chalk pastels and a sketch pad. So, I mulled over the idea a bit longer.

Yesterday, I finally decided to bite the bullet. Fueled by unhealthy amounts of Tagalong Girl Scout cookies and Dr. Pepper, I realized that I have far too many things hurtling through my brain to not have an outlet. I lay partial blame on my coworker, although he didn't know what he was stepping into when he offered me Tagalongs. No lie, I saw him recoil ever so slightly when I realized what he held in his hands. The ravenous look on my face must have mirrored that of a rabid (yes, rabid) crack addict spotting her next fix. He told me to take as many as I wanted, but I couldn't help but notice the faint tremor in his voice. Jeez, it's not like I was going to mug him or anything...as long as the cookies keep coming.

So, here I am. I can't promise that this will be the most enlightening literary work that one will come across on the internet, but hopefully someone will find it amusing, or cheaply entertaining at the least. I'll be laughing my ass off on this side, but then again, I probably find myself to be a lot funnier than I actually am...

Tagalongs, why must your existence in my life be so fleeting?