In my laziness, I succumb to caustic humor.
I realize it is similar, but I am in no way trying to steal style or content away from such bloggers as Natalie Dee, Hyperbole and a Half, etc. That is their life. This is my last resort, cynical, trying to acknowledge the shit without pushing everything/everyone away.
I want to always have pretty watercolors or poignant words to share. Sometimes this is all I have. My instinct is to feel ashamed and hide it. But I'm trying to be real. With myself. And it just so happens that the way I'm accountable to myself is through this blog. No one is obligated to read it. And for whatever reason I feel the need to explain myself. Then rambling ensues. And it just gets rather messy.