This blog is basically the things I want to say out loud but usually don’t because people look at me weird. Or weirdly. I do know how to use proper grammar but I was raised by a bunch southerners so some things just don’t sound right when you’re worried about not ending a sentence with a preposition. Face it. Also, the word “fuck” just can’t be replaced with any other word without taking away from the feeling you get when saying it. Let’s call it poetic license. My mother is probably dying from embarrassment. I actually tried to get some content on this blog but realized, I just didn’t care enough. So, I started writing about whatever was going through my fucked up head. I’m neurotic, I have a little bit of OCD when it comes to stupid things like keeping my hands from being dry and touching tin. I suffer from anxiety a lot and depression at times. My psychiatrist says I have ADD but adderall made me feel like a crackhead. I have yet to become homicidal. The blog is self titled probably because I am too self centered and not creative enough to think of a name for it. My other journal was called Neurotica but some hippy likely playing D&D in the basement of his mother’s has the .com. I blame him. You can too, if you want.

Some characters of this play:

Me – Played by me

Daughter – Played by Elianah

Fat Cat – Played by Phoebe

Attack pit bull – Played by Lily

Black Kitten – Played by Piper