People I know have discovered that I have started a blog and are inquiring about it so I feel compelled to make this available to the general public (aka the 2 people i know who will actually read this).

Whenever I start to write something on here I feel a lot of pressure to make it interesting. Which I think is what made me stop keeping a blog in the past. I know more then anyone else that my life is not very interesting, but then again neither is yours (probably).

I'm not sure what compels people to tell others the crap that happens to them in any given day but whatever it is, it is motivating me to write this. So this morning when I was taking the subway to work (yeah that's right I take the subway in LA, I am avant guard) I took a seat in the pretty much empty train. Then a few minutes before the train is about to leave the station a guy comes and sits in the seat near me. In the first few seconds (before my body realized what was happening) he seemed normal, he was fairly well dressed and LOOKED clean. Before I go on, let me just say that I've lived in Boston, I've worked at Starbucks; I have smelt the homeless. But this guy was the worst combo of pee and b.o. EVER. I literally spent the next 8 minutes (that's how long it takes me to get to work) trying to breathe as little as possible without passing out.