We're good neighbors.

So, when we make too many cookies in our outrageous jubilation over renewed electricity, we head around the neighborhood with saran-wrapped plates and little bundles of happiness. 'Cause we're nice like that.

BUT. Some people just don't appreciate having cookies thrown in their face at ten in the evening. Especially when they're asleep. And the lights are out. And rude people decide they need cookies anyhow. The nerve.

However, despite rejection and sleepy people, we manage to keep a positive and realistic view of life. As evidenced by my optimistic roommate.

"They probably think we're vampires. *growls* COOKIES??"

ooooogh.

I'm sicklyish.

*groan*

I.NEED.A.COUGH.DROP.

*bursts upon wondering world*

So. Here I am. At Blogspot. For several reasons.

1. I'm impulsive like that.

2. I follow crowds shamelessly. I'm the type that would jump off the Brooklyn Bridge (to quote my mother) just because everyone else did. And since no bridges of particular convenience for jumping made themselves available, I chose Blogger instead.

3. I like commenting on my friends' blogs. And evil blogger doesn't want me to unless I join the ranks. Narrow-minded communists.

4. Xanga is *thoroughly* dead. Which is partly my fault; I guess I spend too much time jumping off bridges to be a faithful globally-known blogger.

5. I'm loud. And I need an outlet. Expect lots of screaming.

Yup. Here I is. Adore me.