In the beginning, a Star was born

Hi.

I have a regular blog. I use it to chronicle the boring day to day happenings of my life, for the entertainment of a bunch of hicks who apparently find great humor in stories about stray cats defecating in my rosebeds. It's linked off of a hobby/business site of mine, so potential clients peruse my blog and think to themselves, oh that Star, she's such a character.

Every time I post, I edit the living shit out of what I say. I remove the cursing, the obvious signs of hostility or potential illegal activities, not because I'm afraid to have people dislike me, but because I'm not a fucking idiot. At the end of the day, I'd prefer my clients still think I'm their personal lord and savior and the local Baptists don't burn my house to the ground.

Plus I'm getting tired of moving.

Truth is, I've been running Jekyll 1.0 for a long while, and the Hyde program is demanding some playtime. Since I seem to be surrounded by humorless twits who go into a Rainman dance of BAD BAD BAD every time I get rolling, this seemed the best outlet. I'm hoping this will provide the same sort of release I get when I write a nasty email that I never actually send. See I don't really give a shit if anyone knows what I really think, as long as I'm able to put it down on paper. Or a computer screen. Or a fuckin wet napkin at Dennys.

Once upon a time someone named me Star. Fuck it was the 70s. My adoptive mother took one look at that on the certificate and changed it right quick. But for now, I think Star suits me just fine.