This is like a month of panic attacks handed to me on a nice silver platter by an old white (and obviously) British butler whose name is Failure. (Imagine Michael Caine as Alfred perpetually disapproving of everything I do, and you’ll see what’s in my brain.) But, since I’ve had trouble with follow through lately, and also since I’m (mostly) funemployed, what better way of occupying my time and filling the trash can that is the internet full of things that probably only I think are funny?
I’m challenging myself this month to write here every day. To try new things, like book reviews. To revive old things, Like If Historical Figures Were Alive Today. To get out of my comfort zone and leave the house more than just to go to the gym, grocery store, or ice cream palace.
So I will be posting away, errday, like a motherfucking hustler. Because hustlers really like to blog. And then tell everyone about their blog. Because obviously.