Great Expectations

It was somewhere between seeing Calista Flockhart chug Arti-ritas and Sally Field getting hit on by an Ancient English Teacher with pierced ears that I wondered why on Earth do I keep feeling this way. It seems to be a recurring theme, everytime I watch people (even imaginary ones) with such vivid lives I tend to grow slightly depressed and a little angry that my life has yet to hold such interest.

Don't get me wrong - Publishing my life would would be a great public service. Insomniacs everywhere would be grateful for the hours of blissful sleep I can provide. Or maybe not. How can I possible know whether my life is actually interesting? Well, I'm certain there are a few people who would like to know whats going on in my life. People like my Cyber-illiterate Mother or my MySpace-Obsessed Friend I've known since High School; who, oddly enough, hasn't received a call from me since High School. (That's you Brianna! ;-)) What can I say...I've got one of those special phones that only receives calls. Oh who am I kidding, more like one of those special asses that only wants to get kicked by people who were expecting a call but never got one.

Regardless, I decided to do it. I started this blog to post my life to the world and allow people to know whats going on with me (even when I never call) or just to give some random stranger a good nights sleep. Call me Prince Valium...or in my case...Queen. Enjoy!