I'm actually in a good mood. I got off work early today because of the snow-slush storm, and by the time I got home I still had time for an hour of drinking that was technically on the clock. But it did suck carrying a case of Guinness and box of wine a half of a block through the snow. Anyway, this post is so titled for all of the drama and bullshit that goes on in the blogosphere. Overall, I like blogging... I started it because I figured my life and rantings were interesting enough to keep people entertained. I had friends on myspace tell me they liked hearing about my drunken shenanigans, and then I would write these crazy rantings on craigslist. The problem with this outlet was that myspace was private, thus unavailable to the unwashed masses. However with craigslist, I didnt get to quite take full credit for my posts and eventually they expired so I couldnt share my gems of awesomeness in a long term sense. I finally took everyone's advice and started a blog and I'm glad I did.
I'm not even quite sure where I was going with that. I've made an applicable post not too terribly long ago, and I'll finish this tangent by saying, dont forget why you started blogging or neglect your real life for the crazyness that happens on the intrawebs.
Now speaking of real lives, lets take a look at my dresser contents to figure out the real Tequila Mockingbird. I just noticed what a random mismatch it was, and thought since everyone else took artsy pics that illustrate their lives in some facet, so here's my attempt at it. In case you cant tell for sure what everything is, there is obviously my keys, my ipod, a guinness bottle cap, bracelets that one of Landon's bar chicks left here (hey, I'd prefer if they leave stuff as opposed to taking it!), handjob pink nailpolish I have on right now, Angel Innocent by Thierry Mugler (it's one of my fave perfumes, and what an ironic name!), some lipgloss, my flask, hair barrettes, my oriental rug bookmark, and pearls that I've had since I was 15 (I'll solidly stop wearing them when I hit 40, because then it just makes you look older). Not really sure what all this says about me. What would the top of your dresser say about you?