If You're Not My Mom, and You're Reading this, Who Are You??

One of my best friends, Sarah, is in PR. Having worked to promote drug companies, products, and South American Feminism, she felt the best way to promote myself would be to start a blog. Honestly, though, blogging makes me nervous, the same way that sending mass emails makes me nervous, the same way putting up Facebook statuses makes me nervous. Saying something that so many people have access to and can interpret and judge without your control. So why am I doing this? I don't know. I guess I'm trying to join this century finally. 

"What do I write about?" I asked Sarah. "Your crazy experiences in New York!" she says. I do happen to experience things that always illicit a that-could-only-happen-to-you-type response. But I just don't know if I can do my stories justice on here, because I don't want to offend anyone. I'll just state from the get-go that all names will be changed (except my friend's name really is Sarah), and everything I write is solely for entertainment, not malicious intent. Unless, of course, I intend to be malicious, in which case I will specify. 

So. This is potentially my first and last blog post, written on a lazy, rainy, New York afternoon. But maybe it'll continue, and if you enjoy it, and you're not in my immediate family, let me know!