You know what they say...

Once a victim of the unforgiving pink slip, always a victim of the unforgiving pink slip.

No...I haven't been laid off again — I still have my fabulous job in this country's fine capital — I've just been getting a lot of requests from friends, family and even strangers to keep posting — to continue documenting the saga of a twenty-something caught in the economic storm.

And I'll be the first to tell you that the pink slip wasn't the only financial hurdle I had to clumsily climb over in the past year. A steady source of income certainly helped to tackle the course, but since my first paycheck six months ago, my bank account's been plenty busy with refinancing my home back in Charleston; a ridiculously higher standard of living compared to my modest Southern town; trying to keep my 75-pound dog healthy and happy in less than 400 square feet; parking tickets and car permits; revamping my wardrobe for a northern city with a vastly different style and climate; funding happy hours, soccer teams, margarita tours and museums; and of course...credit card debt.

So that's what I'll talk about from now on: my trek through the Great Recession -- along with a few humorous, interesting, sad, smart and shocking things that might cross my path along the way.

I'd like to say that as I navigate my way through Washington as a young, fabulous and formerly laid off young woman, you'll be able to learn from my experiences. But that's ridiculous. I don't have a clue what I'm doing. In fact, the best advice I have to offer is flashing a big smile and sporting a super thumbs up at the top of this page. Cheers!