When good girls go bad

Hey hey. The reason I started this blog was...well, because the option was there, I suppose. Why not, when the realm of internet expression is so free and ripe for the taking? However, I've never felt comfortable expressing myself in the impersonal realm of the blog, and now I discover that has not changed. So why, I hear you cry, start now? And didn't you want to create a blog full of pop-culture, snark and sarcasm? A blog that was totally removed from your life and your situation? So why bother when you know that you're useless at separating impersonal posts from your day to day life? Because...well, because I can. And because everyone deserves an 'because I can'. And because I thought it would help me to document my changing situation; to focus on the 'what can I blog?' as apposed to the question 'what can I freak out about because I feel so wonderfully unprepared for this?'

I'm moving away from home from the first time. I feel it's a little late in life, but hey, that's probably just me. In a world where 30 is the new 20, who can say what's late and what's not? (If you're wondering, check my profile for my age). Ah ha, but not only am I moving away from home (well, my father, at least) for the first time, I am moving in with my girlfriend, henceforth known as GP. She is a wonderful, caring individual, and I love the fact that we're going to be living together. I'm just worried. I worry. It's my thing. I don't like to admit to it, but hey, who does? It's like not admitting to liking ironing, or cleaning (and no matter what GP says, there is nothing odd or obsessive about my love of freshly ironed bedlinen or a nice clean sink).

And in case you were wondering, the name of the blog references the number of the house - number 77. This blog, I suspect, will be neither informative or insightful; wise or well written, but I won't apologise for it. This is what you get when Suzy Homemaker goes gay, finds a girl, rents a U-Haul and tries to build a home.