Who I Think I Am
I'm Kelly. I'm 26. I live in a town that's nicknamed "the Emerald City", which is likely for its lush greenness but is a poor substitute for the screen version 'cause it has no yellow brick road. It does have some dirt trails where hippies play the flute, which is almost as whimsical as a straw dude and a farm girl with sparkly ruby shoes.

It's Friday...You Ain't Got No Job...You Ain't Got Shit to Do...
Fine words from a classic film, although they only partially explain why I've been pushed to be a Blogger--Blogster--Bloggie--um, sadly I don't even know the correct term. It's true that I "ain't got shit to do" but I do have a j-o-b. In fact, I'm acquiring a lovely case of Secretary's Ass as I sit through this interminable, gorgeous day. Summertime in this office is a rare form of torture. I wilt under these flourescent lights while gazing out the window watching rollerbladers (which don't get me wrong, is super cheesy and should only happen in romantic comedies) who are free to roll anywhere they please. They may look silly, but damn it, they're not punching any time clock, either.