I have decided to start a blog, and here are my reasons:
- I am entirely obsessed with myself/live inside my head/have a doctored-ordered need to externalize.
- Why the hell not?
- I am funny, opinionated and a good writer. These are facts. Shut up.
- While I may lack the self-confidence and smokin’ hot bod to move to Hollywood and become the celebrity I was clearly destined to be, I do have a computer. Therefore, I can use this medium to indulge my fantasy of self-importance.
- I am often so bored at work that I contemplate, (and sometimes enact), major life changes, and making major life changes should not be a hobby.
- I am writer who does not write. Well, I write at work, but the window of creativity in which I operate there is smaller than… something really small. Just the fact that I cannot think of something really small with which to describe said window is proof that I am stifled.
So, I have high hopes for this thing. I believe it will start me on the road to writing the Great American Novel, or gaining me the fame that will inevitably lead to my being that sparkling, amusing and beautiful talk-show guest I have already been so many times in my head, or perhaps it will just fill up my free time in a mildly amusing way. Whichever.
Here we go.