I felt a little guilty about the blog I'm about to launch into. Like I didn't want to subject you to the awfulness and self-absorbtion you are about to read. But then I decided THIS IS A BLOG. It is the height of self-absorbtion to keep a blog in the first place and actually quite an exhibition to blog at all.
So suck it up bitches (and Mom) because this is about to happen.
Last night I made a list of all the things about me that make me completely undateable. Not the physical, emotional or psychological things. But more tangible things.
1. I don't have a bed.
2. I'm very poor.
3. I'm not tidy. I live in a nest like a bird or a rat. Probably more of a rat. A rat bird or a bird-like rat.
4. I don't take anything seriously.
5. I can be a bitch.
6. I'm very bossy and not in the good kind of way.
That is pretty much as far as I got before I was too sleepy to go on.
I realize that you are probably composing your response to these statements and while I welcome your input, I want you to know that I don't feel at all bad about this six-pointed list.
Some of these items are easily fixed and the others are what make me Bry.
In not completely unrelated news, today I realized I have not referred to myself as a spinster in weeks and this made me very sad. I've also had no time to knit, snuggie-fest, or watch Pride & Prejudice. I'm inconsolable.
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