Allow me to introduce myself...

So, my good friend, Skid, has been giving me hell about not posting anything on our blog yet. I think he feels like he's standing on stage all by his lonesome, and he's starting to get stage fright. I don't know why, because it's not like there is anyone sitting in the audience. Simma down, Skid!

I'm just kidding. He's absolutely right. I've been delinquent. And for that I am sorry.

Anyhow, since this is my first post, I thought I would take this opportunity to introduce myself. Because, really, what's the point in having a blog if you aren't going to talk about yourself? You all can call me Debbie... Debbie Downer. I'm a malcontent.

I blame it all on my job. I've been at this job for six months, and it's totally dragging me down. I sit in the back office (oversized-closet) all by myself. I don't really even have any work to do. I'll go days without actually talking to a single person. As a result, I have totally let myself go; I'm a shadow of my former self. I used to be the cute girl in the Citizens jeans, all made up, hair done, smile on my face. Now I shower like twice a week and I can't remember the last time I wore makeup. Today I am wearing the same shirt that I wore the past two days because no one saw me in it so I figured I would save myself some laundry. When I do interact with people, they are all about forty years older than myself. And I decided long ago that they have nothing to offer (which by the way, my former self would never, ever do... because that's just bitchy).

The good news is that this is a contract position. The bad news is that I don't know what the hell I want to do once this is over. I think I might give it a few more months, and if nothing surfaces I'll just move out to California. You'll take care of me, right, Skid?!

Although California has awful traffic and there'd probably be an earthquake as soon as I move there. Waaaaaaaa waaaaaa....