oh, look who’s putting her typing where her mouth is.

I mean, Mer wasn’t going to sit and listen to me ramble about my various interests FOREVER.  At some point, he was gonna snap.  Inevitable.

I’d love to be able to give you some kind of heads up as to what type of shit I’ll be talking about here, but it would be lies, because it’ll probably change.  Much like the one guy tells the other guy in Pocahontas (I don’t actually physically watch the movie cause it pains me, but overhearing it is another story), she goes wherever the wind takes her.  Like Disney’s weird adultified version of Pocahontas, I am typically checking for available riverbends.

Come along with me?  Or don’t.  But you should.  Maybe.  Listen, I don’t know.  It’s a thing where I talk about stuff.