If you could just bear with me for a moment

Ok, so like four months ago, i woke up, drunk, in my folks' house (I was dog-sitting) and realized I was the not-so-proud new father of a blog.

Fucking hell....a blog. A blog with a really fucking lousy title, and an even harder one to type (and I'm in marketing). Double fucking hell.

Anyway, I might as well accept it and start blogging. It's been months, and I do have an excuse or two....In fact, I did forgot my own password. I even tried an entry or two in Word, only to find out that there appears to be no goddamn cut-and-paste feature here (if anyone knows otherwise, please clue me in, ok?). And, you know, I really am kind of busy and didn't bother to think through what the theme of this blog was gonna be (something about living Washington D.C., but I'll be damned if I can remember what).

Ok, so just hang in there and I'll get started on some weak-ass personal diary pretty soon. I promise. Based on the four visitors who have stumbled upon this site in recent months, I don't think anyone will mind.....