She’s petite but intellectual – Peter Keating, The Fountainhead
I am a ridiculous person.
I can’t help it. I love being ridiculous, and I don’t think I will ever stop. When I was in college (back when Myspace was still a very cool thing and Wikipedia was 100% unreliable), I decided I wanted to become a World Famous Writer. This did not actually happen, unless you would like to lead yourself to believe that I am J.K. Rowling, in which case I am waiting, ever patiently, on my royalty checks.
Aaaany day now.
Here’s the thing: I, and I alone it appears, find myself remarkably droll and witty. So when blogging became a Thing People Do, it was just another way for me to share what I considered to be a lot of sharp hilarious humor blogging acumen. Also big words.
But seriously, sometimes I’ll read over past posts (do bloggers do that? Do other people read their old posts? Because I really do.) and find myself really funny, and then I’ll contact all my friends and family and ask them if they’ve kept themselves up to date because I’m just really a funny person. To be really honest, Husband doesn’t even read this blog, unless I find him remarkably tired and in a position to concede very easily, and then I read it to him.
I do that.
I’m a 30 year old wife and mom to two fur babies, who
is a secretary by day and singer/performer/Black Ops II dominator by night made a random and utterly crazy career change, attending makeup artistry school to start up a freelance makeup artistry business. All in the name of having more time to act and sing (no, I’m not currently in rehearsal, no I don’t have any performances coming up. It’s kind of a touchy subject with me.) I really hate long walks on the beach because I hit a point where I realize the scenery literally looks the same, only the depth perception has changed, and I’m still about a mile away from the big rock that has looked big the whole time, and we just bought a house, which is both awesome and terrible at the same time.