Revelations of a Millenial...

I always like the morbid…eerie silence, pounding rain, biting air of winter. Most of my friends think I’m a bit deranged, but that’s a hefty stone all those shits are throwing in the glass house they live in. Granted, that’s probably how our little tale begins. A little over five months ago, we all graduated and went our separate ways, which, after craptastic amounts of soul searching, has caused me to finally stop talking about what I want my life to be without these trusty sluts all living in close proximity to me. The first thing you should know about this blog is that it will consistently lie.

The title is the first fib. I’m not a biddy…just a boy trying to get a few answers in how to finally live independent of parental insurance plans, tuition payments, and weekend benders (ok, that last one won’t go away soon). After that, is the anonymity. Names will change to protect the hidden…and satisfied. Finally, some scenarios may be tweaked to make them more entertaining for my potential readers, so don’t try to clamp down my ass about what you think isn’t possible. It probably isn’t.

That being said, I’m glad you found me. If you’re looking to read about whatever the hell is going on while I try to better myself as a writer and try to better myself and clean 4 years of cheap vodka out of my system, then you came to the right place. Cheers, bitches.