I have a healthy appreciation for the study of (bad) human behavior.
This is a compilation of observations of a lifetime of observing barn animals disguised as humans. Also, frank and sometimes humiliating observations on the work in progress that is my life.
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.”