Come November

Let’s make the surface stuff quick shall we? I love cats, though my blog is not entirely about cats. I love cooking. Again, my blog is not entirely about cooking. I love to read, and I love to write – and this blog is a plan to make me better at it. I am also a hard core techie and gaming geek and again, this blog is not entirely about that. I can be funny, and I can also be lame. I am pretty much a nutcase of sorts which some people find endearing. Others tend to run away at the the first open opportunity, so now’s your chance. If you’re still here, you’re stuck with me.

I am going to be 30 this November and despite many hilarious and heart breaking life experiences, I will not be, at 30, the person I expected that I would be when I was 21. Or 23. Or 25. But one night, a long time ago, through a haze of substance abuse and alcoholic sedation, I had an epiphany. And no it wasn’t a fucking double rainbow, though that was some pretty cool shit. It was the clearest most non-idiotic realization I have ever had while I was high:

I’m no more fucked up than any of you out there.

Welcome to my world. It just might be yours too. And sorry for all the swearing.