the vanity of blogging

You know, blogging is a very selfish thing. Like, I honestly believe that you want to hear and see every detail of my life. But I'm just vain enough to keep posting about it. And what do I get in return? Nothing. I don't see pretty pictures from your days. Well, I get the satisfaction of hearing (seeing?) my own voice (text?). Because I'm sure you really want to know that I walked to work in the pouring rain today. And that I get to walk past a creepy statue of Dorothy on the way. Or that my co-worker Stacy and I made a Funfetti cake last night because no one else at the store has had it (btw-it was delish). Or that I live in a super cute neighborhood.

But while I'm tooting my own horn on deaf ears, I'll just keep talking. I recently applied to a job and literally used the phrase "I don't want to brag or anything, but I'm really good at it" ('it' being cleaning, thank you Ariel Corporation). You want to hear some good music? Download The Low Anthem. They have a song called "Hey, All you Hippies!" (exclamation mark included) and an entire album called "Oh my God, Charlie Darwin". Plus a very beautiful song called "To Ohio" which I'm pretty sure I'll cry during when I see them live in a couple of weeks. Want to know what I'm drinking these days? Goose Island Summertime Ale. Delish. I mean, I guess I could go on and on about how cool my tastes are, but it's already 10:15, and it's probably time to go to bed (all the cool kids go to bed at 10:15).

Wah, wah. I'm awesome.