So it's 10:00 pm on a Friday night, and I'm home creating my first blog site. Hmmm..something is wrong with this picture. Don't get me wrong; I'm all set to go out. Hair - done. Make-up - done. Sexy shirt showing cleavage - done. The problem? My friend is still at work. Not cool. What kind of masochistic boss makes someone work till midnight on a Friday night? The bastard!

Ok, so not the tamest start for a first posting. Why did I start this blog? What about my life says, "Listen to me. Read my shit. I'm so important?" Well, nothing really. I just seem to have this incredible need to express myself. If I had a dollar for every time someone has told me I talk a lot, I wouldn't need to go to work each day. I could just sit online chatting from some beach somewhere sipping fruity umbrella drinks like I dream of doing. And who do I think will read this? No clue. Hopefully not young, impressionable children, that's for sure. I have some damn good stories, none of which are appropriate for moldable minds.

So I'm going to make one more attempt to go out tonight. Okay, maybe a few more attempts. I need a drink.

Happy Friday,
K.