Nothing to See Here
This blog is completely useless if you’re seeking sound advice on current fashion, best snacks for tail-gating, or how to clean the grout in your shower. There’s really no reason to justify why you’re here or why you keep reading. This blog’s sole purpose is to provide a platform for my rants, factual opinions, reviews of things I love (and hate) and musings about the bullshit we’re all dodging on a daily basis just so we can die at the end. This is the worst game ever!
I have a host of issues like depression, anxiety, fear of failure and just general rage towards most people. But I look frighteningly happy when I am celebrating the 80’s. I swear by the powers of neon and Duran Duran.
I find comfort in the solitude of my dark and well air-conditioned lair under layers of blankets, stacks of books, lengthy Netflix/Hulu/Amazon prime queues and crumbs from a freshly devoured Totino’s Party Pizza. And my dog. And also LaCroix. Honestly my dog should have been first on the list because without him, not much else matters.
I’m a music snob but completely willing to karaoke Eric Carmen, or really any song that allows me to incorporate obnoxious theatrics into my dance moves. I hate authority and my least favorite color is red. I watch documentaries incessantly so I’m crazy fucking smart about many useless topics, and lastly I like to write offensive and pointless lists….so maybe I’m wrong and this is just what your life has been missing! You’re welcome.
Also, my husband died out of the fucking blue. I attribute many of my current mental quirks to all that baggage, but I wouldn’t have started writing again if not for that speed bump in my life.
And this is my dog Klaus/Falkor (alter ego when I’m tripping). He is a German Shepherd mixed with pure unicorn, and the only reason I bother to wake up and maintain a job. He eats very expensive food due to his IBD. He can also speak Mandarin, fly without training wings and make a mean curry. I shit you not.