I was introduced to this week's blogger on Facebook by Rach from RachRiot because a) they're best friends in a "can't imagine them in the same room" type of way and b) apparently both me and Patti had some of our blog material stolen by the same lovely, considerate person.
And as everyone knows, nothing bonds two people quicker than a mutual hate of someone else. Oh, and humor. Something else that she has a ton of and I pretend to have.
So without further ado, welcome to her world. Buckle up.
I write in a van down by the river. I write a bunch of nonsensical words that spew out of my head very quickly and without any thought whatsoever. Most of the time I think to myself "Girl, nobody is gonna get this and they're all gonna think you're an idiot." Then I post it anyway because if I don't let all of this weird crap out of my head then I will probably explode.
Also, I'm an attention whore.
The first thing I think when I wake up in the morning is "F*ck you, alarm clock!" Then the second thing I think is, "Yay! It's time to get up and have coffee and poop!" The third thing I think is, "I may have some sort of mood disorder."
My main frustration right now is that I'm not "allowed" to kick the junk all of the people who annoy me. I'd like just one hour to go junk kicking. ONE HOUR. No murder. Only nad and taco kicking. I mean, come on!
Facebook (attention whore, duh), Amazon (one click ordering and free shipping are my bitches) and HOUZZ (who ARE all of you people with the beach mansions and why aren't you inviting me over?)
The fact that I won The Nobel Peace Prize for my accomplishments in the field of Physics in 2011. The reason that I can't put that on a resume is because it isn't true. That doesn't keep me from saying it though.
I think that most people are too lazy to research things anyways, so I could probably get away with it if I started wearing glasses or something so I looked smarter. And maybe just every now and then I can throw out words like "Alpha particle" or "Transverse Wave."
Man, pretending to be an award-winning physicist is easy.
On a beach in Mexico with a Modelo in my hand, at an awesome drag bar, on the back of a motorcycle being drive by Norman Reedus or anywhere in my imagination. Except when my imagination involves spidery or murdery things, which is actually quite often.
If you're a bully, asshole or Internet troll (all kind of the same thing) then you get a public junk punching followed by six months of house arrest where you have to watch only The Kardashians and listen to Celine Dion and Mariah Carey on a freakin' loop.
I'll tell you what I don't want to appear on: Naked and Afraid. My ass is my least favorite part of my body and that seems to be the part that they showcase on that show.
Ain't no way no how I'd ever let all of America see my naked butt. Utah, maybe, but the rest of America? No thanks.
As for a show I'd like to go on, I'd want to either be a zombie on The Walking Dead (the first zombie that gets a make out session with Daryl) or maybe I'd like to go pickin' with Mike and frank on American Pickers or do that Tight Pants dance with Jimmy Fallon on The Tonight Show.
I don't know if you mean best as in most healthy or most delicious. You really should be more clear in your questioning if you're going to interview very important people such as myself. I mean, seriously.
Well, if you mean most healthy then that would be spinach. If you mean most delicious that would be slice and bake cookies. The worst thing is some fresh mozzarella that's been in there for weeks and has gone bad but I don't want to touch it to throw it out because stinky cheese scares the crap out of me.
I wish you had asked me what I did this summer. I would have said, "I spent most of it at the beach. I met a boy there." Then you'd say, "You hauled your cookies all the way to the beach for some guy?" Then I'd say, "Well he was sorta special." And you'd say, "There ain't no such thing." Then I'd say, "He was really romantic." Then I'd have started performing "Summer Nights."
Oh well, opportunity missed.
Good going, Abby.
Good friggin' going.
I know, I know. What's my problem? Anyway, go check her out and I'll see you back here on Sunday with a new post. I'm sure "Summer Nights" will be out of my head by that point.