...it starts

For those of you who never played "The Lion King" on SNES- get out of my blog.

I've been reading a lot of memoirs lately.  Thanks a lot for yet another obsession, Lauren.  Thusly, I have decided that funny things happen to me and I should have a place to chronicle said events. 
I used to have a LiveJournal, so I'm pretty expert at this blog business.  Also, I have a lot of free time because I'm employed by a nonprofit monster who swears 23 hours a week is more than enough to live on/ finish all your work.  wrong.

Here's my favorite joke:
What's brown and sticky?
A Stick!

There's more where that came from so don't worry. 

So, basically, I'll dedicate this weblog to recounting stories of the weird and wonderful people I've met along  the way. This is including but not limited to: homeless john, shabu the healer of fears, star wars cop, and dave the professional zombie. 

Props to Maurice Sendak for writing a book that I was convinced was about my sister and years later realized was actually about me.  Parts of it... the middle part anyways.  (That is a reference to the title of my gournal for those of you who don't dedicate hours and hours of your day to reading childrens' literature)