I've been struggling with something.
I'm at a point where I want to write about increasingly personal things. I want to write about people I've met, or who are in my life on a regular basis, or more in depth about me. I want to write about myself and my life in ways that are not always flattering, or that might be awkward to people who know me day-to-day.
So I have been trying to toe the line and write non-scandalous posts, but then I found myself becoming more and more disappointed when I couldn't share the hilarious story of what happened the other night while bar-hopping with a friend, or any of my dating experiences (or more appropriately, mishaps). So I composed them in my head and filed them away quietly and wrote about something random instead- like my distrust of the FedEx man. But really, there's no point in shoving a white-washed version of my existence on the world is there? So thanks to some advice from friends and the fact that I have itchy fingers and a natural propensity to overshare, I'm just going to go for it.
So firstly here's a disclaimer: I'm a human. To be more specific, I am a messy, often crazy, loudmouthed human who likes to drink, curse, sit without my legs crossed and various other impolite things (I put my elbows on tables too.) I prefer seedy dive bars where the counters are sticky and you can slur through a rant about the idiot who is hogging the jukebox to play Journey 900 times in a row. (For the record I like them, but one can only handle "Don't Stop Believin" so often in one night.
So here goes nothing.
I feel better already.