Episode 1

    If the Socratic irony in my title is lost on you, please just stop reading now.  A general familiarity of the English language is a prerequisite to any enjoyment you may receive from my pathetic tales so take that into account before you proceed.
    After spending a weekend being "asked" to leave the bar and spending the remainder of my evenings on spider patrol in my father's dungeon, I've begun to feel a bit weird.  Without regular friend/(now ex)boyfriend interaction, I've developed a strange relationship avec the after hours MTV lineup.  With the amount of vampire/werewolf/zombie videos shown, I have ascertained that the producers are a bunch of Satanists.  However, with my limited channel availability in the crypt it's either that or HSN.  Friends of mine can recognize that that would be even more of a terror to me.
    Anyways, I'm giving this a try because Heather Lee makes it look fun and I'll try to incorporate pictures soon.  Don't get excited though, it's not going to be exquisite compilations of chocolate ravioli and old family recipes (which I do enjoy of hers), but if you'd like to see my daily Chipotle burrito in various places and eating stages...I can do that for you.