Wanted: Creative Outlet

I suppose I realized something was wrong when I burst into tears after spilling some toothpaste on my shirt and turning around and punching the bathroom door. Yep. Not so normal. It was then I decided I needed to start blogging again. I’m a creative soul and without an outlet I get a bit stir crazy. This is probably (and shamefully) my third or fourth attempt at a blog. The others have failed or ended for a multitude of reasons:  I get bored, I get busy, I hate my writing, etc. All the typical and trite excuses that link to a hobby covered in dust. But here I am! Starting up…yet again. Hey, no one can call me a quitter!  

Moreover, I work full time and go to law school at night and after 3 years of long, routine days, and one more year ahead of me (plus the exam which will not be named), I’m burnt out. Burnt. Out.  Fun and creativity are calling my name—I need some semblance of a life back. I’m also a procrastinator and, according to my mom, I’m the ADD poster child. I currently have a 15 page paper looming over my head, so naturally I’m seeking out a project that is anything but related.

My writing isn’t anything special—I’m a snarky tough as nails southern gal who swears like sailor and who’s mind is permanently stuck in the gutter. I’m secretly a good natured sweetheart deep down (though sometimes I hate to admit it). I'm a huge fan of bourbon and drink it quite frequently, which will most likely influence this blog from time to time. But, seriously can you blame me with my schedule? Besides, it’s in my genes.

This blog has no particular direction or theme. I’m just here to bitch, laugh, and most of all, hold onto my sanity. It is a forum for me, but you’re welcome to follow along and comment as you please. With that said, it’s time for me to pour two fingers and get a little work finished.