Less of Josephine.

Summary: Welcome to my blog. Yes I’m a chick, but a strange one. My name is actually Josephine, not Tyler Durden. Tyler Durden is a character in a movie, Fight Club, and my bloggy alter ego. I suggest renting the movie for an eyeful of muscles. The End.

Longer version: Hi, my name is Tyler Durden (well, not really, but for the purposes of this blog, “Tyler” is my alter-ego) and I’m a slightly strange gal currently living in overweight-land while I save my pennies to purchase a bus ticket out of here. You can call me Jack’s smirking revenge on Frito Lay and other junk food companies who plot to make us fat and unhappy. (Man, I do love me some Frito Lay products… but I digress.)

I am not my job. I am not how much money I have in the bank. I am not the car I drive. I am not the contents of my purse. I am not my freaking size 16 khakis that I bought on sale at the Gap. And I’m not even the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world, even if I say I am. See, I’m moody sometimes, so sue me.

If you’ve never seen Fight Club, you’re probably wondering what the hell I’m babbling about here — if you’ve even bothered to read this far. And honestly if you’ve never seen this movie, you should rush right out and rent it — Brad Pitt has some truly spectacular abdominal muscles that should not be missed. And Edward Norton is a hunk, too, even if his abs take up less real estate than the always-stellar-bodied Pitt.

Welcome to my blog.