Why, Hello There!

Shit. I've been spotted.

Maybe if I slink back into my corner no one will notice me. And those that have spotted me will forget that I was ever in their line of sight in the first place.

Wait. That would be counter productive. Because dude. If I wanted to remain entirely unnoticed for the rest of my life, I wouldn't have started this thing, would I? You don't start blogs if you're not willing to have people notice that you exist. That's just stupid. But. Then again, there is a lot of stupid out there in the world.

Hello. I am Anne. "Who is this crazy chick that has already started babbling somewhat incoherently?" you may ask. Well, this crazy chick would be me. The previously mentioned Anne. And I have indeed started a blog.

Even though I've already said something about the fact that there is a lot of stupid in the world, I don't mean that this is going to become some sort of blog that's all political social commentary about the world. There may be some social commentary, but of the fun sort. Not the political sort. Because I can't stand politics. My friends know better than to try to talk to me about politics. My mom, on the other hand, can't seem to get it through her head that no, I will not have a conversation about the current state of whatever it is the government is supposedly trying to reform. Instead, I will punch her in the throat.

Except not really. Because she's my mom. I won't punch her in the throat.

I did throw a stapler at her once though. But, it was during my overly-emotional-teenage-years. I have an excuse.

As you can probably tell, there is a good chance that I will veer off of whatever line of thought I started a post on and end up somewhere completely different. Such as how I went from going "Don't look at me" to "I once threw a stapler at my mom." Do not be alarmed when this happens. No, I am not on drugs. No, I am not drunk. I don't do drugs and I rarely ever drink these days. I outgrew the stage of my life where I felt like going to the bar several times a week when I was twenty-two or twenty-three.

Do not confuse that statement with me thinking I'm an adult. I'm twenty-five, but I don't think I'm an adult in the slightest. And I have no idea how to become one. And I don't think I want to be one because I've got enough stress as it is and I'm pretty sure that becoming an adult will just lead to even more stress.

Also, no, I don't want to move to Neverland with the Lost Boys, another group of people that don't want to become adults. Here in the real world people don't become adults all the time and they lead functional lives anyway.

But, Neverland does have pirates. So it's got that in it's favor.

Anyway, if you are the sort of person that enjoys funny things then by all means, feel free to read this whenever I get around to updating it. If you are not the sort of person that enjoys funny things then I suggest you go live in a cave. Because in a cave you will find no funny things and your life is sure to be much happier there, as you won't have any funny things to anger you.