Whoopsies

Well, I just had to reread my first blog post because I was so drunk when I wrote it I don't remember what I said. Not so grown up of me. But that's okay, growing up is a process. A process I choose to lubricate with plenty of grown up beverages, not to mention actual lube. Surprisingly enough, I was not drunk when when I wrote that.

I'm actually sitting at work, in my office. That's right, I have an office. God knows why, my title still says "assistant" in it and I just got a new boss. Instead of putting me in a cube and him in my office, they moved him to the office next to me and moved someone else to a cube. Pretty weird. Though, my office does kind of double as a storage room for all of our old marketing materials, so maybe they just figure I'm the only person who's willing to use it without complaining that I'm not being "valued". I don't really give a shit what's in my office as long as it has a door and a window. My office could be home to the daily Mickey Rourke and Iggy Pop wet t-shirt contest, I'd still be happy to not be in a cube. But I digress.

I'm honestly not even sure why I started this blog. I think I was watching "Say Yes to the Dress" or "4 Weddings" or one of those other wedding TLC shows that I for some reason am drawn to despite the fact that I am not currently engaged, and see no engagement prospects in my near future. The girls on these shows were all my age and already getting married and shit. So I started thinking "Man, I don't want to get married yet, that's for grown ups...fuck that". But apparently I am a grown up and just need to swallow that pill real quick and get on with being a responsible adult instead of half ass-ing my way through life while spending all my money on cheap wine and Forever 21 dresses. And blog about it.