Saturday my friend Sara O’Flaherty challenged me, along with several others to do a “who am I” meme blog. I thought it would be fun to accept.
I’m thirty years old. There were earthquakes on my birthday. It was a sign that this decade is going to be sheer awesome.
I’m a writer and handler of things. I put up with bullshit and make things happen.
I’m bossy as hell. I admit it. I try not to be, but sometimes shit needs to be done.
I’m passionate, loving, kind, driven, and kind of bitchy. I have a lot of fear but I’ve learned life is more vibrant if you try to live through the fear.
Sometimes I have the common sense of a rock. I am pretty sure my friends are afraid that I’m going to walk out in front of a bus.
I have a fat ass. I love it. It annoys or befuddles some people that I am not more ashamed of my weight. Fuck that noise. Life piles enough bullshit on you without adding self loathing.
I am an unwilling feminist. I didn’t set out to be angry about the gender fuck wittery in the world, but I just can’t help it.
I always feel like I am terrible at being a grown up. I feel like a little kid in pretend clothes when I realize I’m thirty or when I say I’m a writer.
Yeah, I’m batshit crazy. I don’t pretend otherwise. I warn everyone who drifts into my life so I can tell them I told them so later on.
I’m a huge dork.
I’m learning that I don’t know nearly as much about myself as I thought a few years ago. I like myself now more than I did a few years ago.
I love to laugh. I try not to take too many things seriously. I make fun of myself avidly.Life can’t destroy you if you can laugh at it.
Yeah, I’m sure there is other stuff but I completely lost focus. Let me sum up: I’m crazy, and I like words.