I've been against "blogging" for some time now. When I think of a blog, I think of some self-centered junior high brat with terrible grammar and WAY too much time on her hands. She can't wait to let the world know about the great sandwich she ate today, like anyone gives a shit. I had a blog once...a "xanga" that I wrote in every day for about two years. I looked back at it a while ago, and amid the plethora of spelling and punctuation errors I found tales of my middle school adventures, lists of the boys I thought were "hot" at Plum Grove, and oh yeah...an account of the peanut butter and jelly I'd consumed for lunch that day.
My point is this: I know that probably very few people care to read about the tiny details of my life that I fully intend on recording in this blog, just as very few people gave two shits about my xanga in 7th grade. What I wrote then was what was important to me then, and what I'll write now is what's important to me now. It's for me to enjoy and if you care to enjoy it with me, you're more than welcome. If you don't care about my sandwich, don't read my blog.
Today I had a BLT from Jimmy John's. It was delicious.
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