For as long as I can remember, I’ve had an insatiable desire to tell stories – preferably stories that draw laughter from my audience. At the age of 14, I begged my dad to let me start a blog (originally on another site) so that I could share my top ten lists, humorous mishaps, and rambling thoughts with the world.
I’ve blogged sporadically for 8 years now, and while a lot has happened to that 14-year-old girl, the two things that have never changed are my love of writing and the joy I get from telling a good story. The shenanigans detailed in this blog so far range from utterly random events (squirrel attacks and the inexplicable loss of my sense of smell), to circumstances that would have proved very difficult to live through unless I had been able to find humor in them (tearing my ACL and exploding my finger).
I update about every two weeks, because if I had strange experiences more frequently than that I would probably be dead or in a coma. As long as things keep happening, I’ll continue writing about them here.