My name is Rachelskirts. I live in Chicago, which really is my kind of town. I like to sing about that with Frank Sinatra and some of my other old jazz buddies who hang out on my iPod all day long, like Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong and Dean Martin and Nat King Cole. Mostly, they do the singing, but sometimes I join in if we're home alone or in the car.

When I'm not busy chilling with dead musicians, I'm either getting paid by my church to make pretty publications for the women's ministries department (a job which involves more butterflies than you could ever imagine) or I'm sitting at home reading and writing blogs. Occasionally, I pretend to know something about web design, but that's really just an excuse I made up to play with lovely fonts more often.

Because you might not know me very well, I probably shouldn't scare you away by getting wrapped up in how much I love office supplies or The Lord of the Rings or Sims 2. Just know that I have quite a number of obsessions, quirks, oddities, etc. They're charming, I promise. Maybe.

Oh, and one last thing. I've spent the past three years of my life skipping college classes in Texas. All my friends are still there, and most of them live on the same dorm floor, which is called Club. They're a great group of guys who sit around with me to watch Samurai Jack or hang out with me at Wal*mart or go to dinner with me at Wingstop. I miss them dearly, so please forgive me if I write a lot of sad little entries in honor of their greatness.

This website is essentially my grown-up equivalent of a grade-school best friend. I haven't really grown up yet, but that's beside the point. It is here that I share my deepest secrets, my greatest joys, my darkest moments, my biggest fears, and anything else I deem necessary. (Yes, the power does make me light-headed sometimes.) The design will change at my whim, as will the content. I can only hope that you like my whims as much as I do. If not, your browser comes equipped with a handy little button in the upper right-hand corner, designed for the sole purpose of making the internet go away when you grow weary of it.

One of my favorite suffixes of all times when giving spur-of-the-moment nicknames is "-pants." Someone who is whining incessantly may find himself the recipient of the nickname "Moany McWhinypants." A cranky person would obviously be "Señor Crankypants," and one of my dear friends earned the permanent nickname of "Danielpants." It was after this permanent nickname came about that I respectively became "Rachelskirts." Clearly, I had it coming. Since then, it has become one of my favorite nicknames to date.

The people who rock my socks the most are allowed to shorten the nickname to "Skirts," but they also end up with nicknames like Pimp and Boychild and Team Christmas and Pants.