Shoelaces for Josie

But I don’t have a fancy introduction. I’ve never had fancy introductions. You know the type that do – the type that see a majorly hot guy from across the room, walk over and casually ask if they’ve ever been to Paris because they’re sure they’ve seen him there. And when he replies in the negative, they say something smooth and suave which results in an invite to go out for drinks. Or the type that successfully complete the ‘bend and snap’ routine from Legally Blonde. No…no, I’m the type that generally does something stupid like falling off my heeled shoes or leaving the price tag on my dress.

So really, all I’ve got is that this blog is going to be amazing. I don’t have a theme for this blog. Themes set limits and I don’t like having boundaries. So imagine a free-for-all brawl at a hicktown bar…that’s basically what’s going to happen here. You may also be wondering about my title “Shoelaces for Josie.” There is signifigance to it. Maybe someday I’ll explain it but, for now, suffice it to say that there is a lot of meaning behind it and it’s not some random compilation of words.

I also don’t feel that it is necessary for me to describe myself, where I’m from, what I do or what I look like. Mainly because you’re going to find out through my blogs at a nice, normal rate instead of a being forced into a crash course on my life and partly because I hate that superficial crap. On that note, it’s time for some pasta and a riveting hour of John Keegan and the second world war.