About This Blog
I would tell you my name… But then I’d have to kill you, and I’m a lover not a fighter. So let’s just skip that part and call me M.
I’m a 26-year-old freelance writer living in New Orleans. I have a full-time job that has nothing to do with writing, but perhaps it will pay my bills until I can marry rich and channel my energy on becoming the next J.K. Rowling.
I spent four important years of my life in college: drinking, tailgating, sleeping, hanging out, and somehow finding a minute or two to study. These were the best years of my life thus far, and I haven’t changed much today. I spend a lot of time living, enjoying, experimenting, and messing up life. I still consider myself a young adult, especially since I have no real responsibilities that require me to be extremely sober.
Unlike most of the people I know, I am still “very single”. (I don’t know why or how these things happen to good and sane people so everyone should just stop asking stupid questions like: “why are you still single?”) My relationship status does not seem to be changing any time soon as I have a bad habit of holding on to things well after they die off and a fear of commitment. (Sue me…)
I can be socially awkward when I want to be and a walking oxymoron at times; it is a profound art. I’m a generally nice and amiable person, except for when I’m drunk. (When I’m drinking I just become f*ckin’ Mary Poppins.)
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My friends are positive I should have started writing a blog years ago after I started telling them my randomly horrific stories of being a lesbian in the south. Their favorite collection of dating stories come from an assortment of things that possibly could-and-would-go-wrong-while-dating.
This blog may, or may not, offer real world experiences, mishaps, advice, and commentary on growing up, living and surviving as a young adult.
Disclaimer: I have no major qualifications to write this blog other than I am the proud owner of a piece of paper that says I should be qualified. This is also known as a Bachelor’s degree in Mass Communication.