As it usually goes, I have a million and one things I should be accomplishing at this dawn struck hour. Yet, here I am contemplating which post should start off this Southern Wild adventure… which takes precedence, obviously.
You see, in the world of procrastination – I rule. I will not be modest on the account. I could build an empire in two days, as long as you’ve given me at least five other, more important tasks to complete. I guess that’s where this blog comes in. I need a little escape from the rather daunting projects currently going on, and what’s more fun than procrastinating daunting projects? Exactly. NOTHING.
So far tonight, I’ve successfully stalked every acquaintance I admire on Facebook, Twitter and Insta, I’ve planned a full menu for an imaginary restaurant in downtown Charleston, and I’ve not only created a logo, title and blog post for this blog we speak of now… but I’ve also cultivated the very thought of it! All this while a 30 page short story on Cajun heritage is hanging over my head. (In which I’ve completed a mere total of 4 HORRENDOUS pages)
Hopefully, Southern Wild will host my account on life’s events in a manner that makes it seem more interesting than it actually is. Because, let’s be fair… it’s pretty sub par.
Words of Advice that will help you if you so choose to follow the posts:
I don’t like rambling. However, It seems to be a never ending side effect of writing and drinking bourbon. Two things I happen to enjoy greatly. For this, I apologize in advance.
Secondly, I have an obsession with ellipses… and short. one. word. sentences. like. this.
Thirdly, I have a weird thing where I think attempting to forego my basic bitch image is funny. It’s not funny. I get that. Still, I think making fun of current hype words is my true passion in life. I often write (and speak) in a satirical format that seeks to ridicule every individual who genuinely uses words and phrases like: bae, bye Felicia, #WCW, #selfiesunday, and so on. So, the gansta talk will be here because it’s totally bae, and that’s what I’ve grown accustomed to, bitch. #YOLO
Also, you should know I write and compose rap songs for my pup. It’s a real problem.
So, if these all seem like doable exceptions to make – please tag along while random thoughts get transferred into the blogging world. It may be wild at times, as the lack of sleep and increased blood alcohol levels do permit my mind to express every aspect of my little life… but that should be the fun in it all.
To new adventures.