If you’ve found this page, you are either here by mistake or you’re my mother. (Hi mom!) In which case, please allow me to rick roll you.

Apparently there’s a better place for stress and bottled-up creativity, if that’s what this is, than my shoulders, which ache like an old lady’s. On the advice of my fabulous hippie energy healer (if you had any remaining doubt, I live in San Francisco), I have finally given in and started the world’s 834,637,206,752,194th blog. I expect this to be more useful as a creative outlet than a journal for three reasons:

1. I can’t even read my own handwriting anymore.

2. The off chance that other people may read this will force me to edit it.

3. I don’t feel that I’ll really be able to relate to my peers until I’ve been publicly embarrassed by something I posted on here.

Onward!