where the f*$# am i?

There are few places where a worn out, over-stimulated, ex-drunk sorority girl can vent about public transportation and her hipster friends. WordPress, apparently, is one of them.

I used to write on another site, and because of the lack of attention, my sweet wordpress readers, I stopped bothering. I mean, all the little ideas are already in my head – so if I’m the only one that’s going to read them, I’m not going to spend precious time typing it for no one. I could be doing something with those moments — like watching crappy reality tv, doing blow, eating a cookie, or pooping.

I’m hoping, too, that like my real-life-college-human-iloveher-brilliant-friend Nathalie, having a blog will force me to write as often as I can. Even if you in wordpress world don’t want to read it and shun me — it’s okay.

I’m used to rejection. Le sigh.