After some strong arming from friends and family, I’ve finally given in to starting another one of these blog things. Whilst I remain convinced that I am, in fact, exceptionally boring, some seem to think I have a knack in attracting the weird, and delight in my horribly awkward and incredibly unfortunate circumstances.
For those people who laughed every time I had too much to drink and told an excruciatingly embarassing story, I give you this:
“This is Why I Can’t Have Nice Things: Confessions of a Former Trainwreck”
Mostly I’ll just update sporadically, pending an amusing event in my life. Tomorrow I may even entertain with the story of “World’s Worst Date” from last week. But now, since I’m a “Former Trainwreck,” forced to live only vicariously through her collegiate alcoholic friends, I must go to bed.
5 a.m. in the corporate office comes awfully early. (That’s right, I am the future of the corportate world. Be frightened, friends.)