This probably shouldn't be online...

BUT I need to learn to write faster and hold myself to stricter deadlines so here we are. Plus, like honestly, what do I—a laid-off writer who spends 40 hours on 15 paid hours of content—actually have to lose at this point? I'm not even linking my website to job applications anymore. Unhinged poetry tends to turn potential employers away, I've discovered.

Don't tell anyone... but considering how little I genuinely care about SEO and how completely inactive I’ve been here (an in-activeness I pay very good money for, might I add) there is a .001% chance that anyone but my dad is reading this anyway. So if you do happen upon this strange little section of the internet, stranger, congratulations. You’re one in a million—have a virtual cookie. (But maybe actually go play the lottery.)

Aside from the self-imposed kick to my tortoise-writing ass, the secondary goal in resurrecting old-fashioned blogging here is to force myself to actually do something with my ever-diminishing time. Without anything holding me accountable, I'm very prone to 24/7 wallowing and complete and total dependence on YouTube pick-a-card readings so it'll be a healthy challenge to go on out there and find a good organic story to shout to the void about.

Maybe alongside this effort, I can provide a transparent look into the life of a barely social, barely employable, and extremely unavailable 31-year old single woman. Not super relatable for most people, I know, but if you are most people you're probably not reading this—or you are reading this because you dislike me, in which case: here's a big old snack just for your cringing pleasure. You're very welcome.

Anywho, this seems like enough to read for now. At least for my own attention span. I originally had a whole bit about how single 30-somethings with a BA in English are SOL because "hey, rent's supposed to be split between a couple and you're supposed to be ten years into a lucrative career by now, who knew" but I'm pretty sure that's just an excuse I make for myself not being able to afford, uh, myself. Still.

All right, enough wallowing. Here's to doing the things and going to the places and interacting with the peoples (;A; maybe...). Okay, goodbye. How do people end blogs? Peace out. Much love. That's too heavy...

I used to start diary entries with "Dear Mem" in high school because I wanted to name my diary like Anne Frank so I copied a "Dear America" book where a character named Remembrance was addressed as "Mem" LOL. I think to close it out, I always wrote "Until next time," which may or may not have also been copied from Anne Frank. What an icon. I hope she doesn't mind if I may or may not copy from her again.

Until next time, fellow void explorer.

P.S. this definitely took me over two hours to write (and re-write). Really gotta work on that writing speed.