Back in the Saddle

So ... I'm back. Obviously. Why now, you ask? Well, my reason is twofold:

1. There were a couple of people out there in cyberspace -- you know who you are (Anne-Marie) -- who liked the blog I kept on MySpace and wanted me to continue my snarky editorial on life. Then, of course, I canceled my account because, well, I got tired of feeling like a twelve-year-old. Scratch that. I always feel like a twelve-year-old. I got tired of displaying to the world the fact that, at heart, I am a twelve-year-old. But Facebook doesn't offer the blog option. So, here we are.

2. I have a very complicated, very long master's thesis to edit by the end of the week for a client who is overly fond of the footnote. Did I mention that she, as yet, has no idea how to format a footnote? You know me. Ever the procrastinator. When faced with an important task to complete, I can always find something else to do.

If you never read my blog on MySpace -- and that would be the vast majority of you -- I feel I should warn you that my style could be considered mildly offensive at times ... especially if you happen to be my topic of discussion. Maybe I should slap one of those television labels on this puppy: TV MA LSV. You know, mature audiences only due to extreme violence, language, and intense sexual situations. Okay, okay. I'm kidding. You know I'm pretty tame with my language.

Anywho, I'm flattered that you've gotten this far, and I hope you'll come back from time to time to read all about it. You know, who's driving me crazy, my latest pet peeve (of which there are thousands), the many reasons I love Judge Judy, etc.

Finally, I'm back in the saddle.

B