Where do I start?

I have decided I want to write a blog. I can only hope it doesn't go down in a blaze of glory. It may take me awhile to get back into my creative mind-set. I used to be wonderfully creative but after years of working in sales/retail and writing monotonous term papers it feels like a lost art.

So who am I? I am 23 years old female (I will be 24 on October 20th) and I live in a cold, redneck, New England small town. I have a decent life. I have a wonderful boyfriend/fiance (we are going to get married but there has been no official proposal, strange I know. I could care less about the "tradition" of it all) and a house full of animals. I have two Chihuahuas (stop calling them rats, assholes!). One is a 2 year old named Zoe and a 3 month old named Oliver. I promise pictures- they are my babies. I have two middle-aged cats, Onyx and Stevie. Two pet mice and a bearded dragon named Chompers.

I am in college for my Bachelor's in Pyschology and have been on the Dean's List the whole time. I love analyzing people and I want to study serial killers. No, really.

At this point I am going to shroud myself in mystery because I will most likely tell stories here that people I know would not approve of.

So what is in store for everyone? Let's see. I fear I pale in comparison to my favorites, Wide Lawns and Violent Acres but I do have some interesting crap to spew.

I am a recovering drug addict. I was a straight A, responsible, but rebellious teenager. After high school I became the very person I loathed but I have been on the straight and narrow for quite awhile now. I have sold drugs and been watched by cops and could have gone to jail for life if I had been caught. There are many stories from my drug days that are both hilarious and sad.

I am now depressed and thought writing could be a great outlet. When I was younger my teachers encouraged me to write and most of my teachers were up my ass about how smart I was. My mom also was. I lost my mom on August 16th this year and it has turned my world upside down. I am now on anti-depressants which seem to make me feel melancholy and ambivalent. My mom was a wonderful writer.

I hate my job. Despise my job. It is really somewhat mindless and I can't get behind trying to force someone to buy something that they don't need. I sell cell phones. Despite my anti-sales attitude I generally do okay though and I have a comfortable life. But my GOD people are so dumb. Working in customer service has made me lose faith in the human race. I cannot believe there are so many people that are so self-righteous, self-absorbed, and so fucking ignorant. It makes me want to rip out my eyes and live as a hermit some days.

But, I will stop boring you (and by you, it is more likely NO ONE heh) for the moment and decide on which story I want to tell. Maybe after a little while people might actually read this crap =)