Getting started off on the wrong foot

This blog looks like shit. Sorry, nonexistent persons who are reading this crap!

As it is, the sorry state of affairs of this pile of rubbish is a pretty solid glimpse into what you should expect if you, for reasons unknown, should ever choose to return to this waste of bandwidth.

I have, as you can see, the unfortunate habit of starting things on a whim and casually abandoning them soon afterward. Which is GOOD news if you really think about it. My career as a blogger (bloggess?) is destined from the start to be quite short-lived, I'm sure. Blogosphere, let out your collective sigh of relief, knowing that, ere long, there will be one fewer BA in English choking up the web with her tragic attempts at self-deprecating wittiness.

For now, all you will have to put up with is her suffocatingly heavy comma usage and half-assed/half-remembered grammar and the terribly ugly appearance of this template (it really is NOT supposed to look like this, I swear!) that I started working on and abandoned, bored, moments later. ( I, think, I, am, just, gonna, start, inserting, commas, after, every, word, for, consistency's, sake.)

Of course, you could just stop reading and spare your poor abused eyeballs and brain cells. Totally up to you.

Either way, I intend to keep posting. Until I get bored. Or forget. (There are far too many shiny things in this world.)

(I apparently also really like parentheses.)

I may be premature in putting actual words on the thing—it seems like a high literary crime to use many of the same ones so carefully honed into great works of art by Shakespeare, Garcia Marquez, and Apatow—but I have my reasons. Namely, I'm a big ol' chicken. I make excuses. I say I'm going to do things—things for me—and then never follow through.

So here it is, in all of it's ugly anti-glory. My first of at least a handful of blog posts. Knowing me the way I do,  the posts to come will be few and in spurts and totally lacking in subject and content. But they will exist, and that will bring me enough happiness to stop drinking......so much.........except for tonight.....and probably tomorrow, too..........and oh, hell, St. Patty's is just around the corner......... :)


Yours,

Meg, who, attention-starved as a child, tries, so, so, desperately, to please you


*EDIT: Pink. It's PINK! Joy. Even the title. And with turquoise, too. I did work on it. But I guess I evening daydreamed my way out of actually hitting the save button. Well, just rest assured that my work was just as hideous, but in a whole different awful way.