It's Been A Year. I'm Running Out Of Titles.
My website has recently informed me that it wants more of my money to keep it going for another year. Do you know what that means, my lovelies? It means that I have officially been writing for a little over a year now! Yay for me!!
I'm probably the laziest person I know. For real. I don't want you to tell me I'm not. I would rather break every bone in my body carrying all the groceries in than making a second trip. Or jeezus forbid, a third. That's just fucking crazy. Once I'm in bed at night, if there's no water on my night table, I will dehydrate and wait for morning to quench my thirst. And just like Homer Simpson, I'm pretty sure my couch has my ass groove in it. Except it didn't take me years to form the groove. This is how lazy I am: I'm literally watching my cat eat something out of my kitchen sink and I'm doing exactly nothing to stop him. So the fact that I've managed to keep this blog going for a year is quite a reason for me to celebrate. And by celebrate I mean drink a cup of hot coffee (it usually goes cold because of the 700 kids distracting me) and watch Nurse Jackie because for some fucking reason A&E has decided to ruin my life and not air any new Intervention episodes since May. Really? Fuck off A&E.
I really want to thank you guys for this. Thank you for giving me an outlet to speak my truth, whatever the hell that may be. Thanks for reading my ridiculous shenanigans. For those of you that share me (tehehe), I am soooo grateful. You guys are the reason I do this. You are the reason I get excited to write again. You are the reason my stupid college degree might not go to waste after all. Seriously though, who majors in Professional Writing? Basically it comes down to this: you guys rock so fucking hard and I love love love you all.