Wine. Chocolate. and Charlie.

One of the best parts about being an adult who is rediscovering blogging is that I can drink. Legally. A lot. Also I'm an adult who understand that "a lot" is two words and not one, so that's a vast improvement over the last time I was on this journey.

With that in mind I am currently on my second glass of wine and now eating comfort chocolate. The wine is to fortify my forced social interaction I will be making here in an hour and a half. The comfort chocolate is because I need an excuse to take in extra calories. Not that my adult waist line needs it. If I could tell teenage blogger me that I'd weigh more than I ever imagined I would, I'd tell her to suck it up and learn to enjoy running. Or get a breast reduction because someone our height doesn't need much to work with anyway.

Is this where this post is going? Ugh. I should have gone straight to the gin. How about we go for the cheap and easy points? Let's talk about the things I do like.

As the url might have hinted at, I like gin and tonics. I like books and I even run my own book club that I'm trying to dodge tonight because I'm feeling extremely anti social. I enjoy the road less traveled because there's less people on it, obviously. Big fan of Star Wars. My joke is always, "Ask me about Star Wars!" but the truth is that you should NEVER ask me about Star Wars unless you want a rant about something, usually about how unfair the hatred towards 'Attack of the Clones' is (Fight me).
Cacti and pineapples are my spirit botanicals. I really enjoy 'The Flash' both the comics and the CW tv show. (Grant Gustin is MY Flash)

At this point if you're still reading WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? I am not funny. I am not interesting. I'm skeptical about every friend who's ever given me that "LOL" face react on Facebook. Yes, I am judging my life from my Facebook reacts.

Segway into Honesty Paragraph:

All I've ever wanted is to either be left alone, or be the absolute most stunningly funny and entertaining person in the world. I wanted to have the same gravitas as the character Charlie in 'High Fidelity'. Magnetic. The truth about Charlie is that she's an unoriginal hack of a human who's just banking on her good looks to distract everyone from noticing she's a fake with no real opinions at all. A Charlie is a person who read a single article on an subject and adopted it's view to sound like she had come up with her own singular guiding principal on what ever topic was hot. Fuck Charlie. She is the most self centered, pretentious bitch of them all.


So here I am with a keyboard, a now empty glass of wine and a half eaten chocolate bar. What did we learn today? Being me sucks, but it's better than being anyone else at this point. Really that's not such a bad thought to keep.