Introduction

It's about to go down.

I've been home (San Francisco) for a week and I've had the worst time being stuck in my head. And it's weird that, as I grow older, I find I demand more of a purpose for myself - so I keep myself busy with petty chores and pointless small talk. I'm starting to paint, but my patience for my pieces wear thin. I reach for books but I don't seem to get lost in any of them like I normally would. All this said, I'm starting a blog as my "summer project". It'll basically be an edited and better-organized version of my journal - something to keep the shit thoughts I have under control. 

It's been 20 minutes since I've started the blog and I already feel the discomfort of the stereotype. It's a little unnerving to see myself sitting in a coffee shop, on my little tablet computer thing, typing away the angst-y and controversial shit thoughts I can't just keep quiet. I wanna gag a little, but I can't say I'm not enjoying myself right now.

And so here it is: the one-woman shit show that is my blog.