Full Moon and Then Some

Anonymity on this blog has been so GODDAMN liberating. I haven’t even made it to 10 posts yet and the unrelenting truth is so addicting! I can hardly keep my mouth shut in every day life anymore. My first reaction is to just blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. Luckily, my filter is still somewhat intact….for now. I could easily end up jobless within the next couple of months. Well….as long as I wait until the customer is out of the store I will probably be okay. My boss is quite the cynical bastard as well.

Tourettes could possibly be one of the greatest syndromes ever. I’m sure people with Tourettes probably disagree but let me have my fantasy here people.

Imagining the look on someone’s face when you just suddenly yell “Douche nugget!” or “Fart knocking mother fucker!” would be absolutely priceless.

Let’s take this one step further. Let’s imagine running naked through the streets and stopping in an intersection only to bend over, spread your cheeks, and fart. All while humming the Jurassic Park theme tune.

That is how exhilarated this blog makes me feel.

 

Buckets of Bullshit

Sometimes a girl just needs to rant. Diaries/journals are found and read by strangers frequently. Sometimes you can’t post the things you would REALLY like to post on social media because you never know who it will piss off and then consequently they will run off and tell on you to family and friends. Suddenly, you’re the biggest asshole that ever walked the planet. Well fuck that I say!

My solution. Anonymity. All names will be changed, places made up…..hell some might question whether there is any truth to anything said here at all…

GOOD.

Believe no one. Question everything.

Only two people in my life will know this blog even exists. The two people I trust that will never tell. Never rat me out.

Oh, and my dog. My dog knows everything. Even when I fart and blame it on the cat.