So there’s this girl and she's basically solely and exclusively responsible for this entire fucking project. She has no idea what she’s done and I have no plans to tell her (given that she actually seems like a really cool human and I don’t want to make her eat bleach or similar). I have no idea how I stumbled across her blog. I think I was obsessing over our future fantasy world trip and surf adventure when I came across the entry she wrote after traveling across the world with her husband status-post their wedding. And it was one of those “wow I bet if we were ever in the same place at the same time we’d probably be friends but instead you’re some random person on the internet whose life I live vicariously through and just barely and only through a weak sort of imitation but I can’t tell you that because then you’d think I was some kind of crazy internet stalker” kind of moments.
So anyway.
So anyway, I thought, alright then. If you’re going to actually go on said surf/graduation/sprout launch expedition and global adventure of a planetary scale before committing to your stethoscope, a for sure cringe inducing mortgage and whatfriggenot, then you’re going to need a place to keep track of it all. So, voila.
Sadly, we aren’t traveling anywhere (unless you count my husband's trip to Hanover, New Hampshire or spending Thanksgiving in Sag Harbor) any time soon. As of this moment, the genius half of this operation has interviews at Columbia, Dartmouth and perhaps Puerto Rico and Rutgers.
In other words I will either:
- End up pushing a stroller on the Upper West Side on my way to Mommy & Me Yoga and bitching about my nanny
- Shovel snow, horse shavings and sheep shit, drive a Tundra, a John Deer and actually say things like Git Er Dun. Exclamation point.
- Shop at Costco
- Get yelled by nurses at in Spanish and Tagalog
Anyway, the point is I never wanted a blog. I’m embarrassed to even say the word.
Gross. It sounds like the bastard child of British beer and something a frat boy would talk about leaving in a toilet. Really. Its unnecessary.
However. I came across this chick's blog (and for real it's a blog, yo. With fucking gumption) and here I am, all blogging and shit.
Generally, I become uncomfortable when nouns turn into verbs. It fucking creeps me out.
