If you met me on the street and tried to have a conversation with me, you would probably find me to be a person prone to awkward pauses…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

and one that laughs/smirks/furrows her brow at inappropriate times.  

(Pensive look… HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA… Hmmm..{brooding distant stare} )

Then you would think, “YOU’RE SO WEIRD!” which was a byline of my two closest high school friends, maybe a few college ones and is only internalized by my now-adult versions.  

And that, my friend, is why you will enjoy reading my blog more than you would speaking with me.  Here, my thoughts are still often laughable, but at least you don’t have to control your facial features so as to not communicate the “You are so weird” thought.  You can go ahead and wince at my absurdity, shake your head at my stupidity and laugh at my…um.. lividity?

It’s all good.