Friday, June 25, 2010

A Courtesy Flush

This is my first post on this new blog. I've started and deleted and started this introduction several times and I just can't get it right. I tried to write a little something about myself to let readers know that I'm a housewife, stay at home mom, prisoner of suburban America, lost soul and disgruntled citizen of Earth, but who really cares? I don't want to define myself. I hate definitions. I guess I just assume that no one will give a shit about who I am because I know I wouldn't. That should probably be a sign that I don't have anything interesting or clever to say, but for some reason, I think I do. Sometimes I just have to let it all out, like that chimichanga I ate for dinner two days ago. That thing kicked my ass from the inside out. So yeah, this blog is gonna be like that. Reverse explosive diarrhea in the form of habitual complaining and random thoughts shot out of my fingers instead of my ass and double flushed into the universe.


  1. Ok, this post made me think of this (we both know I'm not witty enough to come up with something fabulous to say on my own so I will use this piece of literary genius):


    Dear Mr. Vernon,

    We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain... and an athlete...and a basket case...a princess...and a criminal. Does that answer your question?

    Sincerely yours

    The Breakfast Club

  2. From one courtesy flusher to another, I look forward to your random shit.

  3. fucking brill. Better than my first blog post. I'm gonna stalk this blog out the same way I stalk out hot guys on facebook.