"Now she's blogging too . . . oh great . . ."

It appears I am obsessed with communication. More than the average person anyways. At three years old my father claimed I had "the gift of gab." I'd like to point out that this "gift" was most definitely inherited. I suppose it takes one to know one.

In high school I used to hide in the dressing rooms during the school day to talk on my cell phone. Once in college I heard the following conversation off to the side:

"Where's Erika?"
"She's on the phone."
"Isn't she always?"

When Myspace and Facebook first came out, I refused to set up a profile. It seemed like the biggest waste of time. Although my Myspace page has been defunct for a little over a year now, about three years ago I had the prettiest little Myspace page that you ever did see. Let's not even discuss Facebook. To this day I am known as a hardcore Facebook stalker, who updates her profile constantly. My Blackberry Storm has been a great accomplice in my cyber stalking efforts. Yah mobile apps!

Then there's Twitter . . . I can't believe there was ever a time when I was against joining. After I got my Blackberry last winter, I added the app . . . and the rest is beautiful history. I even have my tweets synced to my Facebook profile. Ah there we go, back to Facebook again.

As you can see, it only makes sense that I start blogging. Especially since I declared it a stupid hobby while I was in college. I was supposed to use this page to blog with a friend *ahem* Ashley a couple of years ago. We abandoned the project, but apparently my "communication" itch is at it again. I was recently in the middle of typing a rather long Facebook note when I realized . . . I should just blog. I have an endless amount of facts, opinions, and stories streaming through my head that I just need to get out to the rest of the world.Well, anyone who chooses to read this page anyways.

So without further ado, welcome to my brain.

P.S. Its okay to blog during a lunch break, right? Hm, I sure hope so!