June132012
I’ve been tossing around the idea of changing the name and focus of this blog for about a year now. I think a year ago was the last time I updated it before my most recent uplifting post about what a shit show post grad life can be. I don’t update this blog much, mostly because who wants to read about how much I hate everything all the time? No one. But I have things to say-whether or not anyone wants to read them, I don’t know. I have photos. I have….things to share with the world I guess.
Instead of focusing specifically on the barn animals I really enjoy watching and writing about, I’m going to open up the focus a little more. I don’t know what that means. You don’t know what that means. But eventually I’m going to find some focus and make this into something a publisher will read and say “I want you to write me a book” or a variation on that statement.
So, welcome to Life Outside of the Barn. A chronicle of observations I make about inappropriate human behavior, things I hate (online dating and fake Fendi bags), things I love (bourbon and pocketed sweatpants), and some self-indulging posts about where my life is going. Maybe you can relate, maybe you can’t. Maybe you like that I like to say the word fuck a lot, which I do. Maybe you’re interested in seeing food photos that may or may not be taken with Instagram. Maybe we’re friends and you skim the posts, highlight a line and tell me you read my most recent post and use the line as a point of reference and proof. Thank you either way.
Thank you for indulging me. Thank you for not judging. And in return I hope this brings some laughs, is something you can relate to or worst case, is a conversation piece you can use at boring parties. “I have this friend who has a blog that she never updates….it’s like a train wreck in writing, here let me pull it up.”
