Yep, I'm giving the world of on-line journaling a shot. Would ya believe it? You really shouldn't be surprised. After all, isn't the thought that complete strangers would be interested in my day-to-day activities the ultimate in vanity?

I don't think this will be a play-by-play description of my life, so much as whatever pops into my head to write about. My day-to-day life is pretty boring, on the whole. Reluctantly wake up, feed the boys (my cats, Noel and Matisse), perform my morning abolutions, go to work for an immense media conglomerate, go home after 8 hours or so of fairly unglamorous paperwork, veg in front of the TV or computer, go to sleep way too late, lather, rinse, repeat.

Then why am I going a-journaling? Several reasons, I suppose:

Flexing the writing muscle is a good reason, as well as the primary reason; hopefully I'll be getting constructive feedback from anyone who deigns to read my humble screeds.

Friends and family who are curious about the innermost workings of my bizarre little mind can just come here to take a look, without risking life or limb. (Though, in all honesty, I'm such a ridiculously open book to the people I care about that they could ask me anything and know I'd have no problem answering them. But such an admission undermines my aura of mystery and allure. [Hey, it's my little world, I'll be self-delusional if I so choose.] So, er, nevermind.)

Then, of course, there's the promise of strong, broad-shouldered male acolytes crowding my journalistic pool on a daily basis, in an effort to soak in my words and drown in their wisdom. Oh, peel me a grape, won't you, Harrison? (Sure, ok Carol, whatever you say.)

I will probably mention my family and friends. That's to be expected. If I simply spent time with them in some way, I'll print their names. But if something serious or complicated is going on with their lives that impacts mine, I may very well talk a little about it, but their names/background info are strictly no-no. 'Taint my place to publicize the minutiae of their lives. Then again, I may never mention anything. I'm pretty good at keeping my mouth shut.

Mention of my sex life may occasionally appear, once I actually get one. (I had one once, and by gum, I'll have one again!) Don't expect it to be graphic. This ain't no porn site, folks. By the same token, don't be offended if I say, "Hey, I had casual sex for five hours and it was incredible!" If something like that happens (and it has, in the far distant past), I'll be so excited about it that I'll have to share. And share I will. Then again, the prospect of casual sex is a distinctly unappealing one for me. Been there, done that, and I have no desire (so to speak) to go there again. So don't really expect anything, 'k?

Looking for juicy Disney tidbits? Look elsewhere, my friend. I'm always one of the last people to know anything in my company, usually long after the guy that cleans up the parking lot at a Club Disney (but before the guy that cleans up the parking lot of the Glendale Galleria, which happens to have a Disney Store). The only people I ever gossip about at work are so far out of the limelight that you really won't give a damn.

Have a great day and take care!

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