A Birthday Celebration

So I turned 23 yesterday, which is both boring and depressing at the same time. Since I have never been very big on my own birthday I use November 23rd as a day to recognize someone who has been with me every day of my life, through thick and thin, and that is my blankie. Like most other newborn children I was given a baby blankie the day I was born, but childish as it may seem I still sleep with mine every night. A lot of people think it's wierd, and I have fielded comparisons to Linus Van Pelt from Charlie Brown for a few years but I don't give a shit. I figured that Blankie has been with me this far, there's no real reason to get rid of it now. To figure out what learned professionals have to say on the subject of baby blankets I went to the world renoud scholarly journal titled wikipedia. Apparently research has been done at University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee that shows that there is nothing abnormal about being attached to a blanket, and that in the US 60% of people have an attachment to some sort of a security object. So take that blankie haters, how bout them apples.

When I come back from Spanksgiving I think I'm going to start blogging about things I'm into these days, probably just boobs though.

Konichiwa bitches

My First Post

So this is it, I have finally joined the blogging world. I hope this blog turns out to be all you ever dreamed of and more, and in all likelihood it will be. It should only be a matter of time before I am achieving pseudo-celebrity status from my online diction. If you're reading this you probably already know me, but maybe this blog will give you some insight into some of things that go through my head throughout the day. I haven't exactly planned this out yet, but I can only assume that my millions of future followers are in for a real whammy. If you don't like it then I don't like you, and if I do like you I will probably talk about you behind your back. That's all for my first blog entry, from now on get ready to be nailed bloggy style.