Bloggin' it Up...1

Because we're that cool, we (as in 3 separate girls) are starting a "blog." Yeah, yeah, we know . . . most people are "cool" enough to have their own individual blogs. But we feel as if our combined humor will make for better reading. Enjoy folks.

So, umm, wow, we're really excited to be a part of this little blogging culture. Or, vast blogging culture rather. Though I've always kept a personal journal, I felt it was no longer fair to the rest of the world to keep my comedic musings to myself. One big worry: could get personal. We probaby won't "blog" so much about politics, gas prices, Bush's latest blunder, etc...it will be more or less about our lives. Our observations. Our mistakes. Love, losing love, the search for happiness, the ironies of the "twenty-somethings" (god, I hate that word). We'll probably make fun of people too. And maybe talk about poop. Poop is never not funny.

From what I've learned about blogging, the "blogger" seems to open him/herself up to public criticism and ridicule. We are prepared, peeps. That is, if we can get enough of a following to be criticized or ridiculed. Wow, I hope someone criticizes us. It means, like, people are like, reading this and stuff. Awesome.

Disclaimer: I'm actually going through a [mild?] depression. No one likes to read about depression. And those who are depressed tend to be really not funny. Why I've decided to be the blogger to pop our blogging cherry (sorry for saying "blogging cherry") is unclear. Probably because I need something to do...as the depressed girl who has been in bed for over 16 hours, I was the natural choice to start typing. The others are working. Yuck. Boo.

Time for some introductions...

Meet your bloggers!

Blogger 1:
Me. Call me Kris. I am a disillusioned law student (wow, so unique, so different, a law student who is disillusioned). I am 24. I'm kinda hot. Seriously. And if you don't think I'm hot, you can't deny that a little bit of over-inflated self-confidence never hurt anyone, ok? Anyway. I'm depressed because I've finally ended my 2-year rollercoaster ride with my old ex-boyfriend. Last. Night. I know, you're impressed that I'm doing this (as in "blogging") thank you, thank you. He was almost 14 years older, was rich, and therefore placed me in the stereotypical "gold-digging" role to those who don't know me AT ALL. I come from a standard middle-class background, work hard for what I've achieved, and have actually considered ending relationships because of different socio-economic backgrounds. Read: He had a dramatically more "comfortable" socio-economic background. Not a gold-digger.
I put myself out there to this man, and he said he just wasn't "comfortable" with our relationship ("comfortable" - another word I'm beginning to hate). He was always "guarded." God, WHY? WHY? WHAT DID I DO WRONG? Just kiding, seriously. I am very sad, but I tend to use sarcasm and humor to deal with my pain. Healthy.
I have a couple of pet peeves. Well, many pet peeves. Two I will share with you are:
1) when people spell things wrong. Not accidentally, but on purpose. Like "Kwik-E-Mart." Even "Krispy Kreme." Was that supposed to be clever? OH MY GOD, WE SO NEED TO STOP THERE AND GET SOME PEANUTS, HOW CUTE AND CLEVER, THEY SPELLED "QUICK" LIKE WITH A "K" AND A "W"... HAHAHA. WOW! Sorry about that. I hate that. [with this pet peeve in mind, if you decide to post a comment, please don't use words like "BCuz" and "C-ya" and "Boyz"]
2) when people invite me out to dinner and then ask where I want to go. Hate that.

Ok, I'll let the other bloggers introduce themselves to you, internet. I promise I won't overuse exclamation points or the word "blogging." Another pet peeve!!!! Exclamation points should ONLY be used to make fun of people who use exclamation points.


Blogger 3:
I guess it's my turn. Hello all my fellow bloggers (i hate that word. I will never use it again. mark. my. word.) You can call me Shan. All my best friends do, and since we're about to get personal......I'm from Ohio, went to school in North Carolina, and now call ATL home. I also am kinda hot, and share the exact same sentiments that Kris does on hotness. I work for a rather large commercial real estate company (don't get too excited, I work in customer service, and get bitched at and complained to all. day. long. Sweet. I love my life.) I'm 25 years old, and have more fun I guess than the average 25 year old. Example: we got a keg last weekend and kicked it in under 4 hours. Now, don't get the impression that we drink too much...alright, you may get that impression. But honestly, we work hard and play hard, in that order. Who am I kidding? A little more about me.....I can get distracted easily, and sometimes my attention is a hard thing to keep. Read: I do not listen to boring people. If you have a boring story, please keep it to yourself. I think I have Adult ADD. Seriously.And, to go with the theme, a few of my pet peeves....I was actually thinking of these the other day for my own knowledge. I am so cool.
1. Pennies. Always has been. Don't ask why, you will neither be amused or entertained by the response.
2. Text messages....pick up the phone already. There is no need for someone to be a "master" when it comes to text messaging. You know who I'm talking about.
3. Traffic. AHHHHHHHHHH.
4. Stupidity. No need to elaborate.
5. Missy Elliott.
And I have to throw this in.....I was just recently a "victim" of one of Kris's pet peeves. I have to defend myself. When I asked you if you wanted to get a "bite", I was merely asking if you wanted to take part in our quest of the perfect food extablishment at the moment and if you cared to join. I will be more careful next time with my wording. Ass.
Alright, guess that's it for the "about me" entry. Please rest assured that you will be both highly entertained and amused by our writings/findings. We are a rare breed of girls here. Love us, hate us, just read us. Ha, who the hell do I think I am?? Until next time. Peace. Love. All that crazy shiat.