This is the story of how I met your father. Now, unlike the television show (perhaps it will be on Nick at Nite by the time you can read this), I don't know how this one is going to end. Honestly, I might not have kids. I might not have a husband. This might be a blog of my romantic blunders and professional foibles that only a few of my friends read.
But, kids, know this. I want you. And I want your father. So, if there is ever a question: this blog is at the very least a testament to my hopeful quest for love and happiness in the future.
Before we get started, I'll tell you this: I've documented a lot of stupid things in my life. I had a blog in high school that got me into a lot of trouble. I've written journals of my thoughts, my caloric intake, and the amount of money I spend. But this blog, I'd like to think this one is special.
Stay tuned. It all begins on January 1, 2011. My 24th Birthday. The beginning of the story of How I Met [blank].
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