RUNNING AWAY

As I sat down at the computer desk with a block of sharp cheddar cheese and saltine crackers, I decided I would finally make this blog. We didn't know what we would call the blog but we knew we wanted to make one. We- being my sister and I. Running Away is the title of this post, because it kind of defines itself, doesn't it? We're running away to California. There will be 4 of us altogether, my two older sisters, our friend and I. 


Mind you, we wont be leaving in the distressed-i-gotta-get-the-fuck-outta-here way. I have to say, sometimes when it feels like my ass is about to fall off from working it so hard at work, I just feel like throwing f-bombs at life, and leaving. I digress. But usually running away is a careless, impromptu, thing-of-the-moment ordeal. Not this time, oh no. We wont pull a Dorothy and Toto, because everyone knows how great that went. (Flying monkeys, evil stalker witch, apple-throwing trees, etc.)

But our departure will be calculated, anticipated, and blogged about. Right here, guys. Now, we do not have a yellow brick road but we do know what route we're taking. And we are aware of the lions and tigers and bears (oh my!) that are in front of us. Think of this blog as the blog that would have been Dorothy's if she was running to California and closely documenting/calculating the days before her departure. Something like that?  

Edit: We settled with the title Breaking West.