Welcome, stranger. This section is supposed to be writing “about” the blog–well, me. And guess what? I’m going to. I love talking about me. It’s kind of like my favorite subject. Just kidding. But no, really.
For the longest time I have wanted to blog. Unfortunately, life has held me back. Don’t feel sorry for me yet: I don’t live on a farm, I’ve never gone a day without food, (other than intentional anorexic periods) etc. When I say “life” has held me back, what I mean by that is complete and utter lethargy and procrastination, too much time staring aimlessly into the pantry, then the refrigerator, then the freezer, then the second refrigerator in the garage until deciding to mass consume a package of Golden Oreos, keeping up with the Kardashians like any other sane individual, a noxious anxiety disorder that leads me to believe I’m dying of a new illness every day and has hampered my writing abilities. At the moment, I am battling a brain tumor that is really getting annoying; my eye won’t stop twitching.
So here I am, miraculously, beginning this journey which is far overdue. I have a lot of self-deprecating stories that have accumulated–and new ones to come, for sure–and lots of people that I need to call out for being…well, disasters. Be prepared for the rants of all rants as I am ridiculously passionate about the most absurd of topics. Be prepared for lots of culturally insensitive and stereotypical remarks which I excuse myself from because I did graduate with my Bachelor’s degree in Geography so, I really DO know better; it’s all for the fun of it, whether it makes you laugh, like a normal person, or cry and call PETA, in which case, you get a major eye-roll. Basically, I take life as seriously as Flag Day.
Thanks for reading,
P.S. Don’t even think that you’re going to leave my site without following me on Twitter (@brycechristian), ya dig? It’s really lonely on the social network and the last thing I need is to develop a serious case of depression.