To blog, or not to blog? It was never a question I'd considered until I met Stacy and Ashley.
In a lot of situations, there is a certain amount of heckling I can take. The merits of Angelina Jolie? - yeah, I'm not buying it. Bangs in 2004? - hell no. Facebook? - no. you wore me down with myspace. facebook ain't gonna happen too . Sheer leggings under an ass-grazing skirt? - I'd rather stuff sausage casings for a living than try to stuff my sausage thighs into those unflattering footless tights, thank you.
Yet, with all of that stubbornness buried in my core, something clicked when it came to my dear-hearted friends consistently insisting that I needed a blog. The nagging, along with my boredom and supreme hatred of my job, combined into a super-force that today I could no longer ward off.
These friends - these LA heartmates of mine - have led by example with spectacular blogs of their own that I can't help but compulsively check out.
Stacy - my friend of friends in LA. I see her 5 days a week at work, and that still doesn't quench my thirst for her company. More than a perfect companion for shopping, drinks, dinner, concerts and endless weekday lunches, she is that rare one whom you allow to really see you. Chomping down burritos and frozen yogurt. Reclined in your sweats, laughing your ass off at The Office. Talking about various foods that gave you various kinds of stomach issues. Spraying her with beer as she makes you laugh so hard that your pursed lips cannot stop the force. And the one where conversations actually happen without words - a secret language of the eyes is all that is needed to convey, "Oh yes, I absolutely heard what our giant HamHole of a boss just said. Meet you in the hall to debrief. Go out separately so as not to raise suspicions of our venomous rants." Not that long ago, while looking at her own blog she scolded, "See!? See here where all of my best friends' blogs are listed? Where are you? Why don't you have a blog for me to read?!"
She is a total jeanyus and you can find her occasional outbursts at Brains.
Stacy discovers coconut margaritas in Santa Barbara
Ashley - whereas Stacy seems to oftentimes live in my brain, conjuring up the exact same thougts I am brewing, our girl Ashley is like no one else we know. It's so easy to get caught up in the side of Ashley that loves baking, subscribes to Town & Country, takes fall roadtrips for the sole purpose of frolicking in an apple orchard, lives in the cleanest and most organized apartments I've ever seen, and keeps a box full of goodies like glitter, Elmer's glue and Crayola markers just in case of "creative emergencies." And while all of that is fantastic, it is by no means her full story, which makes me love her even more. This is a girl who went to the US Naval Academy, where amongst other things, she was forced to sleep with her rifle for a week after accidentally dropping it, and where she had her personal space invaded by a sergeant sticking his face into hers to scream that she and her peeps were, "Mickey Mouse Cotton Candy Faggots." (Mickey and gang are a bit offended, I'm sure.)
Totally unpredictable and constantly entertaining; such is Ashley. And now that she's gone and done the unthinkable - moved away from me to Chicago - I get a regular dose of her fabulousness at A Bird's Eye View.
Ashley loves Starbucks and scarves even more than me
Which all leads to me sitting in front of my computer starting a blog about nothing in particular. Someone wise might advise me to stick to what I know, but I am an expert on nothing (aside from spending money and annoying my younger sister). My clumsy accidents, my family, what makes me laugh and what makes me mad, my friends, my triumphs and failures, and my stumble through this uncertain life with arms stretched out before me feeling my way along...these are the things that I'm sure I'll be writing about, because if I had to pin it down, I'd say that really, all i know is this...
