The one where I make a mess of metaphors.

A wise person once said, "Dress for the job you want, not the job you have." This is especially important when you don't have a job. Otherwise, I'd be going around town in a Sunset Strip Emperor's New Clothes scenario, which would garner plenty of attention, but not the right kind. Or, alternately, I suppose I could stay in my pajamas all day, and shuffle around like the women pushing their shopping carts up and down Fairfax. But I promised my mom I would come home before that happened.

So, every day, I wake up and I dress like I have a job. Then, I make a list of things to do that includes things like, "Buy cotton balls," and "Eat lunch," and "Where is the ATM?" These mundane tasks have become the cornerstones of my day. That's okay, for a little while. And I've got a few forges in the fire, too. Is that the expression? "forges in the fire?"...

--Okay, after about twenty minutes in the bowels of the internet, I can tell you that it is "irons in the fire," but the hearth in which those irons are fired up is sometimes called a forge (and also a smithy). (Usually, though, the word is used as a verb, meaning to shape or mould). Anyway, I'm sure I've totally bored any of you who've stuck with me thus far. Sorry. I fancy myself a wordsmith, and this slog is my smithy (forge).

Back to business. I've got a few irons in the fire. And trust me when I say that I'm going to strike while the iron is hot. Etc. Etc.

While I wait for the irons to get hot enough to strike, little things keep reminding me that I've made the right choice. Exhibit A: the magnets on the fridge at my apartment.

The thing is: these aren't my magnets. They were already here. But they express the very underpinnings of my own heart. Aren't they BEAUTIFUL??

Sartorially, magnetically yours,

Kendall

Oh snap!

I think I'm about to go public with this thing. I've drafted the email to send to my friends, revealing the name of the blog and asking you to take a look at it. The whole prospect makes me feel like this:

And even more like this:

Telling my friends about the blog makes me feel like I've gone out on the town wearing nothing but a raincoat. On my head.

But, no guts, no glory, as they say, so, welcome to my naked blog! Take a look around! Settle in! Leave a comment, if you're so inclined.

If you know how to upload video or music to a blog, go ahead and let me know because I cannot figure it out!

We'll make a little blogging community centered around my favorite topic, my area of expertise, moi! (Also, pop culture, current events, cute boys, and your opinions on all of the above).

Now, I just have to wait and see if anyone actually comes. Are you coming? Hello?

It's just like every party I threw in high school.

Love,
Kendall