Oh Honestly Erin

I have been hyperbole’s bitch since 1979. I bide my time constructing festive holiday poems about serial killers, drinking lots of coffee, and once considered changing my name to “Saffron” for at least an entire month. I can be found doing sit-ups in cemeteries, acting like a sixteen-year-old at Warped Tour, and developing unrealistic crushes on haunted house inhabitants every October. My motto is "If life gives you lemons, get real drunk and chuck them in the eye of your best friend."

I reside in Pittsburgh with my man-slave since 2001 and our four-year-old trucker-mouthed son. A blogger since 2001, my current time-guzzler is www.ohhonestlyerin.com, where I lay down obscenity-laced drivel about cupcakes, concerts, and culinary mishaps.