i traded my last fuck for this blog.
and just like that.. blogs are back on the scene.
I’m 29, with bright pink hair, sitting on my couch watching my cat lick her asshole into oblivion whilst making noises that continue to haunt me in my nightmares and typing into this macbook. and in this scene i feel… nostalgic?
My mom actually helped me make my first ever blog when I was like 10 or so (God if I could remember the URL and read what I posted now, it would bring tears to my eyes). I remember I was so scared to type anything and post it, wondering who might judge me if they happened to stumble upon my secret journal located on the world wide web.
If 10 year old me only knew that she was gonna be talking about being bipolar, shaking ass, acting and talking her shit (and making the odd coin here and there from doing so) I think she’d have an anxiety attack.
10 year old me was NOT ready for that life but 29 year old me has traded in her last fuck for this blog.
so what will this blog be about?
All of the things I can’t fit into a clean 45 second reel with hooks that i am so sick and tired of studying.
I’m in pursuit of creating things that feel like ME.
when was the last time you prioritized the things that sparked joy?
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when was the last time you prioritized the things that sparked joy? 〰️
Like literally everyone else on this planet I’ve grown a bit tired of the world of short form media.
But of course not before I was sucked in to trying to solve the algorithm, posting once a day, posting 3 times a day, trying new hooks, trying to be a guru, changing my mind, trying to be me, not knowing how to package “ME” as a niche, losing a bunch of followers, gaining thousands, and finally plateauing somewhere in the 30k follower range (aye she’s officially a microinfluencer y’all 🥂).
If 1 person sees this, if a million people see this, shit if it’s just me screaming into the void (which having been on youtube for a few years, I’m used to) - the goal will have been accomplished. Because the simple fact that I am blogging right now, was the whole point.
Buckle up for excessive use of cuss words, funny stories that have never been told, hot takes that shouldn’t be considered hot takes and brain dumps of everything in between.
