Fáilte!

I had a better title for this, but I keep forgetting that I've fried enough brain cells in my 20s that I need to start writing things down... so come back to me on that one...

In any case, Kevin Bacon has nothing on me. I live in the smallest world. I don't know anyone famous but by my count, Barack Obama, Wayne Gretzky, and the mom from Happy Days are within the aforementioned three degrees. Make no mistake, this gets me nowhere.

A little more about me... I had an extraordinarily ordinary upbringing (mom, dad, brother, sister, dog, minivan - all under one roof) and despite mom's occasional best efforts to convince me otherwise, it's perfectly okay with me. I am a procrastinator extraordinaire. My dog is the coolest. I have a genuine love-hate relationship with the suburbs, the weekly trip to Target, and our sport utility wagon. I know more trivia than any human reasonably should. I feel like I use "I" way too much in my writing.

The blog... years behind the times, I suppose. Friends have suggested my vitriol should be better documented, so what the hell. Here goes...