Oh, how I love, love you, California.
Except when you seem to blow the bejeezus out of the house I live in. It’s like the Santa Ana winds crept up San Francisco’s Golden Gate and tried to tear it apart.
It is currently one in the morning, and this is my very first blog post. I have written all my life, and I am still daunted with the flashing white screen and marker on my laptop. Reader, as you can see, I have no idea what I am doing– but I promise you, I’ll get my sh** together. Whoops. Was I supposed to do that on here? Oh well.
To start things off, I want all three readers that I have right now (I repeat, right now) that no matter if you’re three or three thousand, I will still have the same standard of my wry, dry, and ballsy writing style, seemingly correlated into elegance. I enjoy all subjects every girl seems to have a profound knowledge of: fashion, dance, arts, love. I also enjoy writing about what boys love: let’s just say it starts with an s, ends with an x. (What’s that spell?)
Professionally, I have never been published, though have had numerous kickass awards. I do hope to be published, like Rowling, Austen, Cummings, to name some of my favorite authors of all time. However, I don’t think I’m ready for Simon&Schuster yet. Or they’re not ready for me.
By the way, this blog will be a free pass of all urban dictionary-esque writing because, let’s face it, that’s what tumblr is for.
So, I hope I didn’t bore you guys too much (I probably already have); nevertheless, please come back for the journey of this blog with me. Seriously, I cannot emphasize enough how much I love to write, and this is the right time for me, I believe.
You know where to find me.
Just kidding xx