Well, for you folks out there that don't know me, you're probably wondering what in the hell that means. For you folks that do know me, you'll know immediately that this is a pretty freaking clever description of myself.
A constant barrage of thoughts and images flood my brain. It's like the city that never sleeps, even my dreams have ADD. The last few years have been especially transformative. I've felt every emotion on the spectrum. I've been at the lowest I've ever been and then soaring in the clouds. I've learned so much about myself and that only creates more questions.
Just to prove a point...LOOK!
Let me try to proactively answer some questions you may have:
Q: Why the hell are you blogging?
A: I decided to start blogging 'cause honestly, it's gotta go somewhere or I'm afraid my brain will explode or I'll wind up someplace I'm not free to leave. I also figure that maybe just maybe if I share with people, I might make one of you smile or laugh or feel like you're not alone or hell I might actually give you that benchmark you need... "Man, my life sucks right now, but at least I'm not that bat shit crazy chick."
Q: So what are you going to blog about and how will you do it?
A: Good questions all. I have no clue. Seriously, that's the point of the blog title. I'm all over the map. One day I'm going to bore you to death with how wonderful my horse, Beckett, is. Next day, I'm going to go off on "The Loathing" I've had to be around for 8 hours every Mon-Fri (see what I did there? I said something without saying something; PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY). Names will be changed to protect the innocent, but mostly me. I'm going to talk about the injustices of the world (WHY AREN'T THERE MORE BLUE SOUR PATCH KIDS IN EACH BOX? We all know they're the best. Stop being stingy and give the people what they want! VIVE LA REVOLUTION!)
Q: Will you blog every day?
A: Hell if I know. If I have something to say, I'll blog. If I don't have anything to say, I won't blog. Guess that means you should follow this thing down the rabbit hole, huh?
Q: How will you handle those folks who worry about language and content?
A: First, I am not going to worry about grammar. I will probably just type whatever comes out of my brain and hope that it makes cohesive sentences (Setting the bar low, so I can be proud later on). GRAMMAR NAZIS NEED NOT APPLY
Each entry may or may not be Rated G. Viewers Discretion is SERIOUSLY advised. I will own this now. I use the word "fuck." A LOT and in all it's splendid forms. I only use it when it adds value though, which is all the fucking time. You have hereby been put on notice. Proceed at the risk of your own Victorian Sensibility. Seriously, this is my blog...you don't like the way I speak you are free to not read it.
This is me being brave. I'm hoisting my little freak flag and letting that fabulous bitch fly free in the wind. I want to express myself, I want to share my observations, I want to laugh and make others laugh. I want to talk about silly things and delve into more serious things to maybe make some sense of the crazy circus in my head and heart, after all, a peacock's gotta fly!
I'd be honored if you guys would join me on my little adventure of self realization, ADD, GAD, and whatever other nonsense comes pouring out.
After all, one Fruit Loop in a bowl just ain't a party.
