So this is it! My brand new blog. I'm no stranger to blogworld, I've been doing this for the past four years. But, I needed a change. I'm like that sometimes. I just up and leave things. I did it in 8th grade - I just stopped talking to all my old friends and decided I needed new ones. I did it sophomore year of college where I just up and decided to join a sorority even though none of my friends were doing it and it was not a popular decision at the uber-liberal, New England college I went to. I did it again two months ago when I left everything I love and care about (yes, even I love and care about people) and moved to San Francisco. I might as well have moved to Guam because this place is so different from New York. I'm used to Long Island - the snottiness, the cursing, the loud-mouthed craziness. San Francisco doesn't feel like home ... at least not yet.
I'm a little bit insane... just so you know. I'm a self-described fembot, I don't get attached easily, and I have some serious issues with men. I tend to believe they're only good for one thing (if that!). Well, okay, that's a lie, they can be good friends too, but my problem is I never want to sleep with those nice ones that I'm friends with. As a matter of fact, if you're nice, normal, well-adjusted and sweet, I probably won't want to screw you at all. So if you're a guy out there with mommy issues, daddy issues, women issues, or commitment issues, just shoot me an e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org. I promise that I'll be on you like white on rice in about 20 seconds. Scratch that, 10 seconds. If you've got issues, you're my man!
But anyway, the main reason I started this new blog is because I was wayyy too easy to find on the other one. And that's exactly what I need, for my employers to find out that I'm an alcoholic whore with a narcissistic personality and a mental state bordering on bipolar. Every joint I ever smoked, every powder I ever snorted, every guy I ever screwed was on that blog --- in detail. Now that I work in the tech industry and I've been meeting men that work in the tech industry, I know just how easy it is to click a mouse and have your whole sordid past spring up at somebody's fingertips (it is so much fun to Google people. Really, it is). While I ultimately want a man who will "understand me and love me for who I am" and all that bullshit, right now I really just want a man. As in - on top of me and in my bed. Haha. I'm just being honest. So while this blog is not exclusively about men, I'm sure they'll be popping up quite a lot.
p.s. bonus points if you know who Cleopatra Jones is.