Dear Sir

Dear Emo kid @ the gym,

In case you weren't aware, skin tight jeans- no wrong, jeans that are so tight I can see your junk, are not appropriate work out clothing. I get you're deep and you think about your feelings and you spend a very long time on your disheveled hair, but please buy a pair of work out shorts.

Thank you.

Hello, and welcome to my rambleings

Howdy.

Crazy stuff happens to me. It's true. Nearly every situation I've been in, has become far more weird and awkward then it needs to be. So my life is one giant cluster and I am often standing around saying, "crap." I figured one way I could preserve my misadventures was to blog about it. Really I am providing a civil service of how not to live your life.

I will be posting my crazy adventures, such as

• The Day I Met a Zombie,
• The Assassin who loved me,
• Demons love Sun 41
• My All Time Low.
• New Kids on the Block- 20 years later and still as glorious.
• Renfest- Dress correctly.
• Holy Crap, was that Kevin Smith?
• How NOT to get a Literary Agent.

Other stuff I'll post here will be:

• Cool webstuff
• Struggles of being a writer.
• Struggles of being a parent.
• And any crazy little rant that's bothering me that day.

Maybe people will read it.
Most likely people won't.

Thanks for reading.

BTW- What do you think of my profile picture? I deeply debated over what sort of picture I would put. Did I want a real picture of me? Did I want something silly? A picture of my kid? Is there anything more annoying then people who hid their identities behind small children or an inspirational setting?

I picked a lazy puma, because I thought the picture was perfect. A puma doing what a puma does best, sitting in a tree, looking at humans with disgust and annoyance. You can read into that any way you like.