So... as I embark on my blogging journey there is this overwhelming feeling and need to be witty. Different. Captivating. And super good looking. Okay, wait, nope, that's my boyfriend's (
BF) job, not mine.
I thought that perhaps blogging could be an outlet for all the weird shit that runs through my mind on any given day... maybe ramble online and spare
BF and THE MOTHER the painful conversations that are mostly one sided (me talking) because I'd post it all here and have other lurkers who will admit to thinking the same random, weird thoughts I do.
But that might be aiming too high. And who wants that? I say, aim low and you won't be disappointed. As badly. Oh shit, wait, that's Get Low.
There are so many options... I won't have the deep meaningful insight to serious challenges like my friend Rob over at
Auditory Illusions. I won't be nearly as funny or ADHD as Allie Brosh over at
Hyperbole And A Half (plus that girl's got MAD MS Paint skills that cannot be compared).
But maybe I can just write about crazy stuff, stupid things, inane ridiculous daily events that piss me off and make me honestly say out loud, "seriously?? really? seriously?".... 'cause Imma freak like that.
And if it doesn't work out? Abandon ship.
Aim low.
Or if THAT fails, you could just get low low low low low low low low.
The way I see it, either way I will make THE MOTHER proud, as always.
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| See? THE MOTHER would be proud of this photo being published to the interwebs. I wonder how she handles all that welling-uppedness of pride? |
Keep reading or I will come after you with my banana guns. Okay, that was lame.
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