I can’t decide if “journey” is an over- or understatement. I’ll leave it up there. Its ambiguity kind of makes it art.
I’m Brynn. I’m a fiction writer, monster enthusiast, and the girl at the party who’s not even two drinks in and already wants to talk to you about serial killers. I’m a queer disabled woman who should, at this point, have a unique perspective of the world, but I’m still adjusting the lens and can’t get it to focus. Until I fix that, I’ll blog.
Listen, I haven’t blogged since Xanga was a thing. If you think I haven’t scoured the internet for a way to implement a cursor that leaves a trail of sparkles as you rush to turn off the cranked up anime theme* I’d definitely set up just to knock your eardrums back into 2006, you’re only half wrong — I googled it, but was too lazy to do anything requiring more brain power than copy and pasting. Guys, I didn’t even change the default title of this post, you need to be aware of the kind of vibe I’m going for here. Keep your expectations low and we’ll all have a good time.
I’m in grad school, writing, adulting, dating, and all this mess needed was a website. I have wisdom to share. I have ranked every coffee shop in Mankato, Minnesota by the flavor profile of their chai tea lattes. I’ve suffered through two solid years of the worst roommates ever. I had a three day adventure with a found cat. I grew up in the goddamn desert. I have moderate knowledge of how html works. I can pay four dollars a month.
…Wow, that paragraph makes it sound like I actually do quite a bit with my life. Can my first order of business be to send this to my mom?**
Anyway, it’s 12:30 AM. And I made a website. My bedtime is never.
Later days,
–Brynn
Noise From The Basement 