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I Can't Say I'm Sure What a Blog Really Is

So, truth be told, I’m not really sure what a blog is supposed to do. I guess it’s sort of all-purpose like vinegar. I’m kind of a technophobe about blogs and twitter and MySpace and haircuts. I guess haircuts aren’t technologic but it took me 7 months to finally decide on side bangs…granted that was in 2003. That’s not my point though.
My point actually has nothing to do with my fear of technology, but rather my fear of nearly everything else—cars, planes, buses that drive on cliffs in third world countries, birds, fish, natural disasters, rejection, bobble-head dolls, and that’s just to name a few.
I’m not sure if blogs necessarily have to have one cohesive thought like a novel or a movie script, but I think I am going to treat my blog like I’m William Faulkner. Let’s see if you can keep up. I like, in no particular order, Marc Jacobs, saying the phrase “death-march,” writing, my family, New York City, Los Angeles, SAN DIEGO, people who are as judgmental as I am.
Anyway, if my blog is going to be like my diary of all things terrifying and fashionable, then I should probably explain why I think that those very separate ideas form one clear entity in my mind. It’s simple really, like most people my brain filters in a lot of ideas, but the pervading thoughts seem to either be about how scary something is or how good or bad an outfit looks on me or someone else. If that isn’t good enough for you, then just imagine how scary fashion can be--falling in stilettos, cut-throat shoppers at a Bloomingdale’s sale, or the ultimate horror ONE Marc Jacobs sweater marked down to 60 dollars.
In order to help you better understand me and this post, I should explain myself. I’ve been known to do a few things, namely, talk or write in this case until my listener’s ears are bleeding. I can’t really help it though, I’m chatty. I have also been known to defy any budget I try to set for myself and to up the awkward ante. Last year, I was hanging out with my sister’s boyfriend and his friend whom I had never met before. Instead of just introducing myself immediately, I got up to leave and just as I was about to step out I turned back and yelled “By the way, I’m Rachel!” Then I slammed the door behind me. Suffice to say, I don’t exactly thrive in new, unexpected situations.
I thought for a while about what I would write in my first post. I thought since no one is going to read it probably, how much does it matter? I’ll just write whatever comes out, sort of like I’m just chatting. Then I slipped into a wonderful daydream in which my blog was turned into a major motion picture. And think, you just read the opening credits…

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