Buckle Up, Bitches.

   My mind works so much faster than my mouth. I’m not one that blurts out the thoughts as they come. I stew on them. I roll them around in my mind and create snakes and snowmen over and over until they’re shaped and crafted in the exact way, the perfect way, I can present them. But, by that time, my words are often irrelevant, the moment passed. Timing has never been my strong suit. I can find the words of a joke or retort, but only after minutes or hours or days of consideration and crafting. At which point, I have to log my self-proclaimed genius remark and hope I remember it again when it becomes relevant once more.

   So I built a blog. A place where I can rant, rave, curate, persuade, encourage, and scream my thoughts of anything and everything in my own time. And I can know that anyone who reads them will have fallen into my trap of nonsense. I’d like to see them crawl out of the bottomless depths of which my asinine opinions reach. I plan on running this blog like a train in a superhero movie: completely uncontrollable and with the inability to look away from the inevitable wreckage. So feel free to cringe at my attempts at humor, shake your head at my opinions, and wonder why the hell I’m thinking about THAT on a Wednesday at 4pm. It’s exactly what I want. Because, truthfully, this is all for me. And if you end up reading it, you’re just along for the ride.