Tuesday, February 25, 2014

In which I bare my soul (or something)

Well then. Welcome! Make yourself at home.

I was going to use this space primarily as a food blog. Noah and I like to eat out (more than we should) (for more than one reason), and sharing what the Minneapolis food scene has to offer is kind of important to me. But when I got to thinking, I realized that I bore easily and really don't have a filter so maybe it'll be a little bit personal too. So if you've come here to read about how the Sushi Fix truck is the best thing ever and oh I miss it terribly, stay tuned. In the meantime...

I don't know why I stopped writing. I suppose, when LiveJournal was still a thing, I had the early twenties aaaaaaangst, and then I met Noah, got married, bought a house and, suddenly, it's like I had nothing to share anymore. Which is ridiculous, because some of the crap I posted up for all the world to read makes me want to scream and throw chairs into the pool like Marissa Cooper on "The O.C." (Like, he dumped you six weeks ago, girl. Stop listening to sad bastard music, back away from the gelato, and STFU.)

It's not like I ever felt like I had some grand story to tell either. We work all week, change into sweatpants at the first opportunity, and watch a lot of TV. Nothing really ever really happens that's worth more than a status update. But truth be told, I've missed writing. Not to sound like an egotistical jackass (Egotistical Jackasses would be a great band name), but I love it when people tell me I'm hilarious. Being a firstborn child, that kind of validation is like food to me. I thrive on it. I think about it on those days when I'm in my cubicle staring blankly at my 10 year anniversary plaque wondering where the hell my life went. If you would have asked me twenty years ago if I'd be living in a cube farm, I'd have punched you square in the jaw. I spent way too much time in high potential to let this part of my brain go to waste.

But as my little brother likes to say, it is what it is. And so here we are. Glad I got all that off my chest as an introductory post of sorts. Let's see how this goes, shall we? Some days you're going to get a page of nothingess (see: what you just wasted your life reading), and some days it's going to be a post about how the lobster at Porterhouse was so good I poured clarified butter on my head and did Balki's Dance of Joy right there in the dining room. Enjoy!

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