A Glimpse Inside...

Though I'm morally opposed to the word "blog", I feel somehow like writing here will make strangers fall madly in love with me and want to have my babies. You know what I mean? Of course you do; you're reading someone's blog. Freak.

What IS this blogging bullhonky, anyhow? Real live bars are much cooler, but somehow I've gotten sucked in by the vaguely interactive-yet-anonymous aspect. Maybe it's because I'm a joiner. Which I am, really. If all my friends jumped off the proverbial cliff... hell, yeah, I'd do it, too! What kind of idiot wants to survive all their friends? What a sad freaking life that would be. Jesus.

I got really funky last night and tried a new color of nailpolish. I know, right? I'm totally dangerous. Change upsets me, though, and all day I've been wishing I could remove it... until I realized it matches my necklace. Whaat? Awesome.

I would like to get a tattoo, but of what I'm sure I can't decide. Suggestions?

Thank you for your time,
The Mgmt.