I'm a bitch, I'm a lover.....

You know how something weird happens to you during the day, or you see something totally random, and you just gotta blab to somebody about it? Like, you see a girl whose pink panties are showing and you can see the little duck on the back peeking up out from under her jeans? Like, who really cares about the little duck on this random chick's panties? You probably don't even really care all that much, but you still have to tell someone!

My friends call these "boyfriend comments."

Because only your boyfriend will sit there and listen to this random stuff.

Because he has to. It's in the job description.

Well, I don't have a boyfriend. And I have a lot to say. Most of it being ridiculously unimportant to the population at large. 

Solution? BLOG! I figure it's perfect: I get to say all this random shit that comes popping into my head all the time without cornering some unsuspecting friend and saying, "Listen, I know you have things to do, people to see, blah blah blah, but guess what? I have an opinion about something again!"

So here it is, Universe, all the crap that is shuffling around inside my head at any given time. 

Enjoy.

Or don't. That's kind of the whole point :)

For the record, I maintain the right to change my mind and be as erratic as I want to be. I make no promises regarding the frequency of posts and I'm gonna say what I want, even if you don't agree. Which is great! No, seriously, if anyone actually ever really reads this, tell me when I'm wrong! I'm bursting with ideas, but I can't be the only one :) 

As to the title, I tend to over think these things. So this time, I didn't :) 

(I like limes in my water. And the waitress never brings me one the first time I ask.)