Here goes...

I've never been what most people would consider hip (do people still use that word?) or trendy. I'm generally a little behind the times whether it's in fashion, television, or music. I'm in my late twenties, so it's not like I'm ancient or anything, just slow on the up-take. I like things to stay the way they've always been (which could be translated into what has to date been comfortable and familiar). However, after a new concept has been introduced, and proved interesting, attractive, or appealing I'll give it a go. Sometimes I have no choice. When flair jeans reared their ugly head I was miserable. I could no longer find my straight leg preference, and I didn't have the figure for anything low cut. I had visions of looking like some pathetic hippie wanna-be with a gut hanging over her hip huggers and a rear-end about to bust out through denim pockets. So, when all of my straight leg jeans became unfit to wear in public, I no longer had a choice. Flair and boot-cut jeans had taken over, and there were no straight legs to be found. So, I set out to make my first boot-cut jeans purchase. Imagine my surprise when I looked in the changing room mirror and saw a skinny girl staring back! WHO KNEW? Why had nobody told me the magic these jeans had to offer? I was hooked. Though it was forced upon me, I became slightly more fashionable and trendy that day.

So, here I go with the blogging thing.

I must admit that until recently I found the concept of blogging, well, simply put-narcissistic. Why on earth would someone post a journal online for all the world to read? It seems that by putting your own story online you're assuming that others will have a desire to read it-kinda vain, don't-cha think? Well, here goes my version of narcissism and vanity.

My live in boyfriend, hence forth to be called "the good guy" started blogging a couple months ago. His immersion into the world of blogging has me hooked. He's bookmarked several blogs and I read them religiously. It may be a sickness, but I can't believe how much I enjoy reading about the happenings in the lives of complete strangers! I am amused, entertained, enlightened, impressed, and moved by many of the things I've read. First and foremost I'm amazed at the writing ability these regular Joes and Josephines embody. I don't imagine I'll fall into the impressive writing ability category, but I'm expecting some catharsis here. Journaling has never worked for me, but during the brief periods that I was successful in spewing my thoughts onto paper, I felt better. Who knows, maybe I'll get a few stray comments that will encourage further writing, which will in turn provide catharsis. Catharsis is always good. Everyone needs a good vent or rant now and again, and I think the good guy's ears could use a break once in a while.

I have no idea how frequently I'll post. My plan ends here. If you happen upon this post, wish me luck, I think this could be fun.