Further Iterations...and Introducing Boo!!

Hello loves,

First things, first: I love me some me.  Also I am highly qualified as the prototypical egomaniac with an inferiority complex. Hence, a blog. Brilliant. Add in my uber bodacius life coach Boobs as a partner in crime—chronicling every socially awkward, inappropriate moment with charm, wit & some sick dance moves—double brilliant.

You’re welcome world.

Full Cuckoo Disclosure: It’s the truth, even if it didn’t happen.

Ever since the onset of young adulthood, post-graduation from Tailgating U majoring in Bad Decisions, quarterlife crises have begun appearing regularly for this 21 + 6 year old. Law school might take the cake but men (who go to Europe and never call for instance), food & Buffalo sports teams also factor in heavily. Consider that a partial teaser…

Reader’s digest version of the current situation: I am currently in a relationship that I have enjoyed for almost two years…a lifetime. I have a job that I think I love, but doesn’t pay the bills. So I am blessed to receive some pretty serious support from my fam. We’re talking groceries, rent and a pony. For reals. I am now coming upon a point where I desperately need to seek some independence, but the details or means to such an end are not clear. Poor little white girl. 

Plus I’m Catholic. Double the pleasure, double the guilt.

I understand that there are crises in this world that trivialize my pain into making me look like an overindulged and underslapped little brat, but it is my pain.  I’m not asking for sympathy, empathy or any “thy”…but I will not justify my melancholy to anyone because I don’t have to.  But you can judge, laugh and feel better cause I hope to do the same later on at my shenanigans.

Princess Boobs, (I have many iterations of quarterlife crises and petnames for my co-author) likes wine. 

I prefer whine.

Brilliant.

Xoxo,

Boo