I’ve resisted starting a blog because I’ve been trying to do things that make me feel like an adult rather than a pre-teen. And because even thinking the word “blog” makes me feel deeply self-conscious and kind of like a super-lame creepo. But approximately every 7 minutes something happens to me that I find myself wishing desperately I could blog about, so much so that my heart rate quicken and my body starts convulsing at the thought of such rich material going unwritten. So what the hell.
That’s all for now. Stay tuned next time to hear the heartwrenching story entitled “Why all of my living room furniture has been covered in tin foil and tarp for the past three months.”