Pride ("In the Name of Love")

This past weekend was the Pride festival, which actually was probably my most fun pride yet (well, two years ago when I hooked up with the tennis pro was pretty good, i have to say). This time I ran in the Pride 5K through Grant Park on Saturday morning, volunteered for Marriage Equality Georgia that afternoon, and still found time to drink myself into oblivion on Saturday night. A nice, full day if I say so myself.

Though you see the strangest things at Pride. Including tatoos. It never ceases to amaze me what people will permanently ink on their bodies. I just don't trust myself to make such a lifelong decision, since I know I'll probably change. I've changed so much since high school, since college, hell, since two years ago. Plus over time they bleed and get all fuzzy looking. They can be kind of hot on other people, but I don't think I can handle one. I'll just have to wear necklaces, bracelets, and armbands. Or get highlights in my hair (which I did last month, very subtle ones though).

Marshalls v. TJMaxx

Okay, will someone please explain the difference between Marshall's and TJMaxx? They're owned by the same company, have the same merchandise, and are frequently in the same shopping center. The only difference I can see is that Marshall's is blue and the Maxx is red. Either way, they're still both better than ROSS.

Why do I care so much? Well, I've developed a nasty little addiction over the past few months of perusing these off-price chains every time one is in sight. I ALWAYS seem to find something to buy, even if it's just socks, belts, or undershirts. Yes, it's off-priced, but that adds up after a while. I need to quit going into these places so I can give my credit card balance a little smack down. I'd love to have that thing eliminated by the time I go to Europe this fall (which, by the way, is virtually impossible unless I quit leaving the house when I'm not working). It's not an unreasonable amount, but still nothing to take for granted.

First Friendster, Now This

Well, people tell me that I am funny. They say that I have a lot to say. I hear "you should start a blog". But why? Why do people care what I write on the internet? Don't we already have enough people posting their thoughts and pontificating here in cyberspace? I have always wanted to keep a journal, but I hate writing (physically writing, not the craft of writing, mind you). I'm a much better typer (trust me, have you seen my handwriting?). So here goes nothing. I'll write in here from time to time and will at some point start telling people about it. I'm keeping in step with my 50th percentile achievement on trendy web things. I was hardly the first person on friendster, but I was probably the half-life. Same with this. Lots of folks will start their blogs after me, but probably half of those who will ultimately start a blog have already started theirs.

And what does blog stand for? Who thought of that word?