… “setting unknown” 
I could sit here and say that I am not going to emo post, I’m not going to over share, I’m not going to rant. But sometimes I fall under the spell of my uterus, thus placing me and you in harms way, say, every 28 days. I’m a pretty blunt person, so it would be lame if I got back to personal blogging and left out my personality. Obviously, because I’m not 13, I will not start beefs and get all passive aggressive with friends and family because I know they read here. So, if you are friends and family and you find yourself asking yourself, “Self, if she felt that way about me, why didn’t she just tell me instead of schplorping it up here on the internet?” you should probably take a deep breath and count to 20 because it’s not about you.
Other than that, the shit I’ll probably cover is:
- Photography: I love to shoot and I love shooters. I’m lucky to count close friends as incredible photographers who inspire me daily and I will try to share as much of them with you as possible. I’m not easily impressed (can you say “super moon”?) so if I drool all over myself with awe and envy, you know these people are good.
- Food: I’m so fat right now. Oh, also, this leads into the next bullet. oh right, when I say I’m fat, I’m not looking for counter points. Nope, I am stating a fact. The reason I am a double wide version of myself right now is because I LOVE FOOD. I will try to give brief reviews of how I fatten myself in the neighborhood without getting all Frank Bruni on your ass. I didn’t graduate culinary school so expect reviews like “didn’t taste like turd salad” or “I would rather have eaten that with my butt.” Also, I shoot food, so expect photos of food. See how all the bullets work together?
- Cooking: I know, I know, you’re thinking “didn’t you just cover that with the “food” bullet?” You’re right. I did. BUT cooking deserves its own bullet because I at once need therapy for how I go about cooking and also use cooking itself as therapy. There are Sundays where I return fevered and sweaty from Trader Joe’s (or Hater Joe’s or any other clever at the time moniker I’ve given it), laden with bags, zombified by cooking. I’ll plow through 5 recipes and, when complete, I’ll have almost no memory of what the hell just happened. I’m exaggerating a little, which you’ll discover I do sometimes, but I’m telling you, when I’m hunched over a cutting board knifing the shit out of an onion my heart rate is the most even. Cooking is my lithium. There you have it, therapy money saved. I tend to shoot as a I cook which means I just linked up the two previous bullets, but it also means it takes me forever to cook sometimes.
- TV: I have a love/hate relationship with TV. It robs me of completing lists and exploring hobbies, but the lights and colors are so pretty.
- Social media/Technology: I have opinions on this stuff, but the last thing I want to do is make myself hate blogging again because a bunch of low self esteem/big brain contestant social media ninjas/gurus/trapeze artists feel like they have to flex when they get lost and find themselves here. I promise you, and I know this is limiting, but I’m not interested in debate. So maybe I won’t write about it. We’ll see.
- Idiots: They’re everywhere, and they find me. Now you can find them here.
- The East Village: I am not one of those people who shoves their neighborhood down others’ throats (where Brooklyn at!?). In fact, more often than not, I curse the college campus that I live on, mainly because in my old age I’ve become a proud buzzkill. But there is a lot to love about this neighborhood, and it has been a wonderful backdrop to many photo walks. It’s where I live with my dude, and a place with tons of spots still undiscovered.
Good enough for you?
Cool.
Special note on grammar, spelling, and swearing: I swear. The rest, well, I’m a fast typer, I do my best, but sometimes I get stuff wrong. If this is something that bugs the ever living crap out of you, you should probably move on. If I’ve misspelled Niger, please point it out. otherwise, let’s just live in peace.
