There's a First Time For Everything

I enjoy reading blogs. I do not however enjoy my job. These two things together have brought me here. I have spent today trying to find a new blog I love because I spent all of every other day reading all there is to read of the few blogs that I do find interesting. I enjoy writing so I'll give this a shot.

My goal however is anonymity. I will share a few things about myself just because it's only fair. I'm from the south but consider myself more liberal than most. I'm 24 but consider myself more mature than most. I'm a girl but consider myself less girly than most. I own 4 pairs of shoes and one purse. My friends are replused by this but it suits me just fine. I will never understand men. I cry too much becasue I am far too emotional. I don't understand it myself. If you were my facebook friend I'd just tell you to read my 25 random facts about me and that would be enough. :)

Speaking of 25 random things about me. I've decided that there are three groups of people. Those of us who enjoy 25 random things about me (both writing our own and reading others) and those who refuse to do it and those who haven't been on thier facebook page since the price of gas was almost 4 dollars per gallon. Regardless you can probably decide for yourself who these people are.

I for one enjoyed both writing my own. I think that's because I think I'm a very interesting awesome person. Others will beg to differ. That's ok. I also enjoy reading everyone elses. Yes I actually do want to know how old you were when you got your first kiss, that you have never had a cavity or your dream vacation would be in Prague. Sue me.

I'm getting worried about Valentine's day. The boyfriend and I have been together almost three years. We broke up in September and decided to reconcile in December. He's never been a romantic or a good presant giver. This makes me sad. I happen to be a hopeless romantic. I want a cute scavenger hunt leading me around town from spot to spot where we have memories and ending at the first spot we kissed and with little cute gifts at each spot along the way. The boy however would find that repulsive.

I'll post this with the realistic expectation that nobody will read this none the less respond. However, maybe somewhere theres a chick like me behind a computer bored out of her mind reading blogs with no relevance. If so please share your Valentines Day stories. Good or bad.