Chicks with big knockers.

Sorry. That was shameless. Just wanted to drum up an audience.

And so she blogs...

I'm not so hip to these new fangled communication methods. I am an ipod-less, PDA-less, digital camera-less soul who cowers in the face of instant messages and text messages alike. One of the only people you'll see around a work committee conference table pulling out a sad little dog-eared daily planner and felt tip pen to mark off that week's meetings along side chicken scratchy notes: "get info on jazz dance class!", "talk to doctor about IUD", and "find perfect color for new hair highlights!".

Despite my reservations, I felt ready to face the world of blogging. Tired of maintaining my composure during the work week and needing a place to spout my opinions (from the mundane to the outrageous), I found myself here. Can I sit back, belch, scratch myself and share my thoughts on our slick-haired Mormon governor? Oh good. (More on that topic later, but may I just point out that I did a Google search a few weeks ago when I was feeling particulary low and frustrated: Mitt Romney asshole. It was heartening to see hundreds of sites come up)

So, yeah, no chicks with big knockers here. Just this chick with little knockers and a big need to laugh, cry and drone on about whatever she wants.