So here I am, creating my first blog post. Hopefully I'll be a more faithful guardian of this than of my Tumblr, which generally consists of a post every two weeks and endless stalking of fascinatingly messed up people from my hometown. I think I'll aim for a post... twice a week? I'm trying to make clearly set, attainable goals here.

Sex and the City is one of my favorite TV shows, partly because it addresses dating and sexuality in a fresh way (still fresh, in comparison to the wildly out of hand teen shows or sickeningly wholesome Disney channel shows.) It addresses the conundrum of growing older and still trying to be relevant, how marriage is viewed by both genders, and the power of female friendship (or female competition in some cases.)

I know that there are flaws in the attitudes of the Sex and the City gals. In reality, Samantha would probably have a range of STDs. Carrie wouldn't live in such an amazing apartment. No one (hopefully) is so naive as Charlotte. And Miranda's job wouldn't truly allow her the summer off to go vacation in the Hamptons with her best friends.

I'm not necessarily going to write only about Sex and the City, nor my own life, nor just my friends. I aim for a balance of interesting stories, "what the fuck" moments, and perhaps some therapeutic insight (writing is how I learn best from my mistakes and try to prevent myself from making new ones... or the same ones.) I'm going to give everyone in my stories the most horrific names in order to protect their identities. You try and guess who Edna is. Or Martha. See? You picture an old woman in pearls, no 20 year old ladies or gents.

I call myself a cynic because cynicism is my overriding emotion before, during, and after every text, phone call, date, and relationship. Really, I have let myself go totally overboard with the cynicism thing. A professor once told me,

"Cynicism is setting yourself up for having no experiences at all. Skepticism is healthy and a key to being a discerning human being."

Call me an overzealous student. Or constantly disappointed. Just don't call me a bitch - my last intention is to  hurt any guy, or for any of my friends to hurt anyone. Or for my truth to become a razorblade.

Anyways, enough with the introductory post. You'll be seeing analyses of my life and the characters in my life very soon. :)