After years and years of stalking the interwbez and reading other people’s blogs, I have decided to finally starting putting my own thoughts on paper– I mean screen. And so I sit here, in my pseudo-cubicle, surrounded by bills in various stages of getting paid or forgotten about, unwashed coffee mugs sprouting bacteria colonies, three different staplers, and all sorts of sticky pads. What the hell do I write about?
Now when I say I “read” blogs, I don’t just happen accross them, read a couple of entries, and move right along to my next new internet bff. Oh no, no no. I start from the first entry and read all the way up. This can take me days. Most of this is done at work. Well, some of it… but I digress. I read religiously. I feel that by the end of my reading binge, I KNOW the blogger. They are comforting. They are like ME. They are my friend.
Do you see now why I spend a lot of time reading blogs as opposed to, oh I don’t know, spending time outdoors with real people? Haha, I joke.
But seriously, all of these people have their own brand of life experience. Waiterrant wrote eloquently and wisely about working in the restaurant biz. Got himself a book deal. Not gonna lie, I was pretty proud of even just being a reader of his blog…My friend got a book deal! Woo!!!!
Barmaid writes about being a bartender. That shizz is pretty captivating. Oh, and she likes the ladies. AWESOME. I do too. She is basically like an older sister who I try, or will try eventually, to emulate (in personality, ballsiness, and lady-getting abilities).
Baking With Plath— jesus christ. Hers is the first blog I go to when I am ready to start the work day. In the morning, all I need is my oatmeal, my three ib profens to start my curing the hangover process, and my Baking with Plath. That is ALL I NEED. And this girl never fails to (a) have an updated blog ready for me to giggle to when I come in and (b) enlighten me.
Jason Mulgrew…oh yes. His was the first blog I came upon back in the day. I laughed with him, at him, next to him at a bar (in a dream I had once). When he got his book deal, I was there. When he got on that list of sexy men, I was there. I was there when he went on his various trips, when he drank far too much with friends (always), when he moved to LA, when he battled the racoon. The list goes on- also, I don’t have a great memory (read: I dont have one at all), so I can’t really add much else to the list right now.
I could go on and on about the blogs I read. In fact, I just finished Single At 24’s latest update and am about to visit Your Beard is Good.
Hmm, I just realized how sad I sound. I just have a lot of time at work. You know how it is. I really do have a life!! Really!! Guys? ….guys?
Which brings me to my last point of this entry- I am finally ready to share a bit of my life with you guys. Maybe even share a couple of life philosophies, tiny bits of wisdom, random theories I’ve come up with over the years, etc. Oh and the drunk stories, because I sure love the drink.
When BWP wrote about drinking a bottle of wine to herself while watching the Hills– I actually said OUT LOUD “I did that weekly!”. How I explained that little shout-out to my boss is a different story. I’ve recently started to/through about cutting down dramatically on the alcohol intake because I’ve realized that I tend to make most of my important decisions when I’m drunk. And rarely are they good ones. Most of them involve bean and cheese and guac burritos and more alcohol (and hey, why not a KitKat bar as well??).
So yeah. Stories. I have them.
I want YOU to read this blog.
I like finding out that we had stuff in common even before we ever met ❤