I hate not having internet. I hate not having internet. I hate not having internet.

I can't decide how I feel about making my blog known to people. A: that's the entire reason I moved it. I was lonely. I can't be unlonely if I don't tell people about it. B: I can't bitch about certain things if certain people read this certain blog. C: I like mangoes but I haven't had any in a while.

I also would like to point out the happy irony of watching Julie & Julia tonight - on the very night when I started my new blog. It's a sign. Or a happy coincidence. Or it means that I'm woefully behind the times and past my prime and destined to be a lonely blogger without readers. Which sort of sounds like a non-profit I'll start years from now - for those of us late to the game but still craving our audience or something. Yup - savin' that one for later.

Have I mentioned that I hate not having Internet at home?

Today I:

- Tried a new mascara with a non-brush and liked it. AND it's paraben free!

- Did the work of three people (one of which was me)

- Had a new and fun experience with James which I will duplicate (Cinebarre, check it out)

- Had cramps, pretty much all day, but still prefer being a girl

- Decided to look into getting a part-time job

- Blogged

- Felt like the most ridiculous little white girl after the look the guy in the falafel place gave me

- Read a short story, just because I could - it wasn't even very good or rewarding and didn't impact the world in any way other than to entertain me for a while

- Was praised in an email to my boss from a co-worker for being awesome.

- Couldn't decide if my boss was being snarky in reply to said email when she said that she agreed almost as much as she would if she'd actually SEEN me walking on water

- Ate watery Cream of Wheat

- Decided I've finally mastered parallel parking my tiny car

I'm sure that I did more than that today - but that's good enough for now. If I fall asleep in the next 13 minutes I'll get somewhere around 4 hours of sleep. Ahh, just right, but in a very wrong way.

This is how a blog begins

Well, except this is Blog2 under this name. Vox, the home of the original Dancing... blog is awesome but lonely. Seriously, I have no friends there. It's the blog equivalent of 20 days camping with no soap and not even a strange little root to pretend-brush your teeth - no one wants to be near it. So I'm carelessly abandoning it.

That's not to say that I don't feel bad - I do. I'll still write occasionally and check in now and then - but between me and you I'm tossing it aside for greener pastures.

BUT, narcissistic as it may be (is it? Perhaps it's just anal?) I'm planning to bring all of my old posts over. So not only am I tossing it aside, I'm taking everything that we created together. I'm a heartless bitch. Seriously.

So there is it. First blog. Ta do! Whooptidoo! I hope I have more friends here.

Seriously folks, this blog showers. A LOT.

Dancing, dancing, la la la,

M

PS The door to this Tully's says that it closes at 9:00. I don't think anyone bothered to tell the staff...