"no posts." said my homepage. "write a post!" said the bossy upper right hand corner of my task bar. well, fine. i've spent a lot of time reading other people's blogs, and like the malicious bitch that i am, i said to myself "why does this jackass have a blog? they spell thanks with an x! i can do this. i can do this SO MUCH BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE."
so here i am, embarking on a blogging experiment. fantasizing that one day amy adams will do a movie about my little blog that started it all. like julie & julia, but less about that cooking bullshit. more about how redheads are in fact not the social miscreants we're pigeonholed as in middle school.
i want to blog about the funny happenings around me, my crippling addiction to netflix, and my red wine induced thoughts and feelings. i want this blog to not resemble in any fashion the livejournal i had in high school (ohemgee i had so many feelings that were critical to document YOU GUYS). i tried to name this blog "Carrie Bradshaw was a lying bitch," but google kept deleting it. which is probably for the best, because while i'd like to say i breathe the feministo revolution, i'd throw a homeless person onto the L tracks for that wench's closet. tutu included.
i hope you enjoy reading, but it's cool if you don't. i don't like capitalizing in my blog posts. not because i think i'm ee cummings (snicker), but because i'm sinfully lazy. i wrote this mini paragraph about how not capitalizing blog posts is a bold statement i'm making underlying the difference between the beauty of true journalism versus the bastard child known as the blogosphere. but it's a lie. i'm just lazy. and capitalizing my work emails & professional communication is all i can handle for right now.
i'd love to hear your thoughts and comments at pennylanesprose(at)gmail.com (this is actually a lie, but bloggers always pretend to care about other people's feelings, so less keep up that facade). i like architecture, bulldogs (english and french), and my morning carbohydrate. i dislike cats, girls who don't close their mouths at the end of words/sentences (MARY LOUISE PARKER I'M LOOKING AT YOU), and the lack of chivalry in the modern world. we'll see how this goes.
