This is me, not getting laid.

anonymous schmonimous.

i started a blog a few months ago to chronicle my pathetic life, but i was all caught up in not wanting anybody to know who i am (not that anybody ever read it) that i stopped writing. but fuck that shit. my name is julie. and i like to spell it with two o's. joolie. just to please the teenage girl within. it's funner with two o's.

to introduce you all to me, i am writing in a blog because i am too cheap and masochistic at this point in my life to get therapy. and therapy is something that everyone who listens to my problems agrees that i need. but bear with me. i am not clinically insane, nor am i even moderately depressed. i'm just a regular twenty four year old girl with a broken heart, two cats (I KNOW), and a cubicle job. my work friends (who i will refer to by name, because if i don't get to be anonymous, then they don't get to be anonymous either), susie and ben, suggested that i create a blog to countdown the time until i ever get laid again- which we all anticipate will be far off. i was not immediately inspired by the idea, but it has come up again as not only intriguing, but urgent, upon receipt of the following email from my ex-girlfriend:

hey there,
i just wanted to write and see you you are
holding up.
have you contacted any therapists??
i might ride your ass on that one for a while.
anyway, i hope you are doing well
and if there's anything that I can do,
please let me know.

if that is not proof that i am the #1 Most Pathetic Person in the World, then what is?

with much melodrama to come,
joolie