So I've decided to join the blogosphere. Finally, right? Well, I'm not going to lie to you. It's a bit scary. There's just so much pressure...Pressure to be funny, pressure to be witty and topical..and funny.
Lord, grant me the strength to post photos that are more than just a picture of my dog hiding under my bed and looking oh so freaking adorable. And Lord, grant me the strength to post more than the usual weekly rant about that fucking asshole George Bush.
And Lord, thank you for providing us with people smart enough to come up with the internet and spell check and all that other groovy gadget shit that makes it possible for dorks like me to randomly drone on and on for forever and a day about absolutely nothing while at the same time still being able to feel as if I'm actually a half-way literate human being. Run on sentences, split-infinitives and sentence fragments notwithstanding.
By the way - here's a picture of my dog.
Cute, right?
Her name is Milly, and though, as promised, this blog will not just be about the dog, expect many Milly photos in our future together. It's an addiction - and while I'm willing to admit to it - I'm not quite ready to kick it.
I feel the same way about handbags. And that hottie actor who plays Warrick on CSI.
He is so fine.
