I tried to come up with something smart alecky to type and post here–y’know, somethin’ like
“The views expressed in this blog are those of the author and blah blah freakin’ blah,”
but, story of my freakin’ (infamous) life, I’m lazy and can’t be bothered right now.
I’m Ren and this is The (Infamous) Life: V. 2.4.
Yes, there is indeed a reason that I have “infamous” smack dab in the middle of a pair pf parentheses and no, I won’t be explaining why that is just yet. It’s not a secret or any other asinine bullshiggidy like that, I’m just lazy. *shrugs*
Laziness and smart alecky bullshit aside, this blog is just a(nother) place for me to bitch, moan, gripe and complain about who or whatever I please, whenever I please. I can’t and won’t promise gripping social or political commentary and the chances of me lending my thoughts to the human condition are slim to none, so…y’know. Unless otherwise stated, I’m not trying to teach anyone anything, so this isn’t the place to be seeking knowledge.
However, I may just drop some wisdom on you in my trademark brash and offbeat kinda way, so…fix up and look sharp, jo.
I’m not an authority on life, love and/or relationships, lawd knows shit would’ve been a helluva lot easier for me if I was, and I’m not trying to inspire anyone. I’m not Rev Run and won’t waste my time trying to act like I am, dammit.
At the end of the day, it all boils down to this:
I’m just a girl with a twinkle in my eye, gloss on my lips, a chip on my shoulder and a twist in my hips…
and an internet connection.
Don’t mind me.
