Welcome to my messy little cyber-jungle, a chaotic patch of the internet I cultivate in my own crazy town way. Hang out with me as I dive into the absurdity of human quirks and idiocracies—mostly my own—as I click away with a metaphorical fountain pen. But so you know what you’re getting into? I’m a 50-something, shameless, self-deprecating hot mess, doing my absolute best to juggle my obnoxious optimism with my increasing sense of existential dread. And doing alright at it, if I do say so myself.

So. Brace yourself for run-on sentences, the humor of a perpetually immature teenager, and enough censored swearing to make a sailor cry. (Spoiler: Making promises about censoring myself is pretty much incongruent with my personality but, hey, I’m making a fucking effort here!)

Hop in and buckle up, buttercup. While I can guarantee we won’t get a goose to the face on this roller coaster, perhaps—just perhaps—we’ll walk away with a bit of insight. Or at least a giggle or two. One can only hope.