“I feel like shit and my wallet’s missing. It’s like I mugged myself.”

In a blog post I didn’t even write. Skating rinks, Nickelodeon, Pogs, Trolls, Bike Rides and Spice Girls. All the things a little 90’s girl world is made of!
“All I know is that we ended up racking up a $300 tab at a Belgian beer bar. This headache is the most expensive thing I own right now.”
Hungover owls is the highlight of my work day!
Seeing my favorite band The National, live in Orlando tonight!
I’ve discovered what I’ve been missing recently. Something that used to give me a purpose, and I don’t just mean getting high every weekend in college.
I used to write for fun; to get all these crazy ideas out, to rant and rave, to cope. It wasn’t until I started a new job where I was asked to write some scripts, and eventually some copy for websites, that my boss confessed to me how impressed she was.
It seemed to me she was trying to say, “Holy shit, someone besides myself can form a sentence!” However, I thought back to when I was in school and how I was able to start every research paper the night before it was due and still get an A. It seems I’ve always had a knack for words. That’s not to say my vocabulary is up to par with someone such as Alice Gregory. (I really need to slow down my brain to focus on some of the things she says) However, there was a certain girl who ran a Rugrats Fan mailing list on AOL.com when she was 8. That has to count for something, right? Street cred? Really, none?
What I’m trying to say is once again I am going to type up a whole lot of words, click submit, and throw them at the black hole that is The Internet. All in hopes of finding some more intelligent life out there!