Friday…my second favorite F word

I love a good irony and lately my life seems like the biggest irony I’ll probably ever see in my lifetime. First off how the fuck did a girl from Southern California end up on the East Coast, moving to a state not even on the blip of my radar a few years ago! Secondly why is it when I go these events and partake in the debauchery that has my mother blushing (yes she knows everything) do I feel like a movie star that everyone is watching but to scared approach…but in my everyday life I’m the least attractive person in a room and I’m ok with that. Last but not least why did I ever think I could make a blog that people might actually be interested in when I haven’t written anything that wasn’t a requirement from some higher institution since like 7 years ago. But the funniest thing about irony, at least when it comes to my existence, is there will always be just enough clouds to darken my days where I feel the rush of the blood in my heart pulsating from my chest out to my extremities in this never ending turmoil AND YET there won’t be a drop of failure just slight rays of positivity that bring hope that it will get better soon. So here I am outside my work on a Friday morning listening to birds chirp (because I definitely would not describe it as singing) writing into the void of the internet not really knowing if someone will ever read this, or at least care, waiting for the excitement of Saturday where I divulge in all the pleasures not lived throughout the rest of the week. So with this I will part with my most likely catch phrase on Fridays…THANK FUCK IT‘S FRIDAY!