um, hey.

That's me, at Mardi Gras in New Orleans this year. It was raining, and
I had recently been scratched down the arm by a toy tomahawk.

I was cruising the internet, as I am known to do- when I began to wonder why a blog doesn't exist (that I can find anyways) that just talks about how weird it is to be in your twenties? Why is it that every blog I've seen that is written by a twenty-something is either about fashion or about getting hired?

Full disclosure, I'm not knocking these blogs. I read them. Faithfully. I'm just saying, as what I consider to be a fairly normal(ish) 23 year old, I'm not jaunting around posing in Louboutins or fretting about the perfect font for my resume; and I definitely feel like being a "social media maven" is a magic trick created by people my age to make existing professionals feel old. Contentious?

I think that the internet is a cool place. But I know that writing a blog doesn't make a person an expert. On anything. I mean, I have a blog. I'm an expert, pretty much on nothing... But the internet is also a messed up place where nasty people are allowed to hide behind avatars and user names and talk smack (see also: bully, torment, etc.) about perfect strangers. I have always subscribed to the logic of, if you don't like it, don't read it.

I'm a twenty-something, and frankly I have my shit together. Or at least, it is in the process of coming together, but I have direction. I use post-it notes indiscriminately, I wash my hands a lot, and I have never successfully finished a lip balm before losing it; I take losing it as the sign that the lip balm is done.

I have started probably 4 blogs before this one, and I somehow doubt that this will be my last foray into blogging (even though I sometimes think it is dumb). I use Instagram, but I rarely post pictures of food, and mostly I use it to post pictures of my dog. I have always fantasized about being Martha Stewart, but I have what my mom calls "a mouth like an un-flushed toilet".  I have a lot to say. Often, I will talk to anyone about anything. So, awaaaay we go.

So, hey. I'm Haley.