Hi, I’m Christy. This is my blog. I keep a notebook of thoughts, and those thoughts will become blogs, I suppose. No, I do not journal because diary keeping is for 12 year olds, and I’m not (actually) 12. I promise I’m of legal age, by some, but I’m not saying how much. If you’re reading this, you probably know me and a lot of my friends are jerks and they are going to be all “HEY, YOU’RE 33” in the comments.
Yes, I see what I just did there.
For those of you who happened upon this blog, I feel the need to explain some things to you. My brain is damaged. OK, so I was born this way, because it’s become very clear that it runs in the family, but I’m absolutely certain that there is a gene that deforms the frontal lobe of people on my dad’s side of the family. It causes you to have diarrhea of the mouth mostly, but also, probably makes you very argumentative. And to give you a brief, crude, way-too-simple overview of the anatomy of the brain, the frontal lobe controls impulse and is your “filter” for your thoughts. And the rest of your brain, well:
I tell you this with fair warning. My blog will have bad words and blunt observations. My mom will not want to read my blog, so yours probably won’t either. Should I say this blog is not for mothers? No, because I have a 4 year old who constantly does funny and irritating things that I want to talk about. And you want to hear about them too, don’t you? Yes, you do. I have also decided that even though I am not anonymous, I’m going to do the best to keep the people that aren’t in my immediate family anonymous by changing their names badly. I mean, how many ways can you disguise the name “Zeema?” It already sounds made up so I’m sure people will think she’s not real. =D
There went my first post. I’m nervous and excited. Maybe I just need to go pee.