Hi!

Yes you!

Hi!

You're pretty! I like you!

Welcome to The Laptop Dance ... let's get into our shorty pjs and giggle and squeal and tell each other secrets!

Here's one from me -

I'm not really a blogging virgin.

Yup. This is not the original Laptop Dance, which no longer exists - except on a web host somewhere in the cybersphere. It was an innocent experiment, way back in the days when we actually called them online journals. Of course, after that it was hard to stick to just one. I'll even admit I started putting it about a bit, what with a news blog I filed from work, and a password-protected journal and a site for writing - fabulist, fabulous and otherwise. Looking back I guess it would have been fair to call me a bit of a blo' ho. I started off slipping off my Mary Janes and white cotton ankle socks to dip my toe into the water and before I knew it my first pale pink site had morphed into Dirty Girls and Cold Beer.


But now I'm back. I'm still not sure what it is I'm going to say, exactly. I'm older, if not wiser. I've found my first grey hair ... and pulled it out. Now only my hairdresser knows the truth. I wear reading glasses. I have an apartment and a Very. Serious. Job in a Very. Serious. Office. I worry about politics and global warming. I stopped overdrawing my account and biting my nails - oh, and I quit smoking. For about a week. Now I'm an aspiring non-smoker; pure as snow during the week, melting to slush on weekends.


I'm a bad girl turned good, in love with a former bad boy. We use the L word and plan for the future. Sometimes I think he's The One.


So I guess I can write about all that sort of stuff.