Pondering abouts it.

A friend sent me a link to a blog today and said, "OMG she reminds me of you." 
 
Let me draw you a picture.
 
It’s basically this incredible 23 year old girl, who lives in New York, she kind-a resembles a young Carrie Bradshaw, with less wrinkles and no Mr. Big in sight. She’s quirky and funny, has amazing drunken night stories. Her puns are at a Gilmore Girls level and she’s worked for Oprah Magazine.
 
She does NOT remind me of me.
 
I wish she reminded me of me. 
 
I want to be her. 
 
Alas…i’m not.
 
There’s suppose to be a point to this story…ah yes…I remember now… the point is, I told my friend that I "use" to have a blog.  In fact, i had a blog before the term "blog" even existed.  I wrote over 1800 entries. OVER 1800 entries.  
 
OVER
 
1800
 
ENTRIES!
 
Damn i had a lot of time on my hands.  Not saying I don’t now, but man, I literally  have SOMETHING to show from all that free time I had back in my younger years. *tries really hard not to pull out mirror from purse and straighten eye wrinkles with finger*
 
So I logged back on here, and some of you probably got a "YOU’RE STILL HERE" comment on your most recent post. 
 
I forgot how much I loved this place.  Maybe I’ll upgrade and let the muse upon me write about all the crappy and not so crappy things in my life. 
 
Let me ponder on that.