If you’re reading this now, you’re most likely trying to decide whether I’m normal or not. Well if that’s the case, I would return to the Lund’s Swedish Pancake tab instead. Truth be told, I don’t just love words, I appreciate them. They might be pesky at times, paint unpredictable pictures, or even come across wrong in text messages. That’s where I come in. Without dumbing things down to infinite slang (no offense millennials), I’m the one who get’s a kick out of figuring out the right words. We can both agree that when that particular moment happens, it’s magical.
Life is good - When I’m not writing, I’m plotting as to where my next adventure will take place. Preferably somewhere with a surplus of cacti and pugs. The thought of meeting new people excites me, especially ones who want to get their own adventure out of life. Bribe me with jars of nutella and we’ll most likely become friends. Sound normal yet?