Introductions suck.

nerdy nerdy with one of the cat kids!

As a precursor to all that is Liz, I just want to say that my give-a-shit busted a month ago, or so, and life has been not only a little dangerous and full of some days wanting to firebomb the office where I spend 40 hours a week... but also a little fun. I've been exploring parts of myself I haven't seen (or haven't wanted to see) in awhile, if at all. It's been ridiculous and has led to a little bit of drinking on the weekdays, but more than anything, fuck, I feel inspired.

In the past, I have been a horrible blogger. Even as I type this, I have two blogs that essentially sit ignored about 95% of the time, waiting for a day when my brain will be overflowing with content and people will pine for my next words... yeeeah, that's not going to happen if I don't put some work into it. Though my blogging track record has been horrible, I've realized over the past couple days that 'wow, sometimes I say some really funny shit', and because Livejournal is sooooooooooo 2005, I haven't really had much of a place to vent... anything. Unless you count the journal I bought about ten years ago that I finally decided to use (once every week or two, honestly) out of frustration and there being just... too much goddamn paper in my house that's unused. That was a former obsession.

I would go to Barnes and Noble and pine over the journals. Ones with cartoons on the front, embossed leather, fat, skinny... you get it. And most of the time, I would buy, buy, buy! Until about six months ago, I didn't really understand what 'budgeting' was, until my dad opted to take the reins of all things financial on my behalf and whip my ass into shape - figuratively, of course - what kind of lady do you think I am? If there was anything involving a whip, me, and my father, that would just be creepy. Now, I'm basically flat broke about eighty percent of the time, and find myself near hyperventilation at spending more than ten dollars on ANYTHING. Thanks, Dad. No, really. I may want to go on a strangling spree sometimes, or hell, just buy a pair of jeans or shoes once and awhile and can't.. but you're helping me and that's what matters - fuck if I've wanted to help myself sometimes.

Now that that's out of the way... for the moment, I live in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I work a soul-sucking public sector office job five days a week which involves me sitting at a desk doing data entry most of the time and making about five dollars less than I should be. When I'm not doing that, I host bar trivia and make money running my mouth on a microphone and playing pretty awful music. And when I'm not doing either of those two things, I am doing or in love with a wide range of the following: drinking (whiskey, PBR), hanging out with my cats (cat lady, holla!), knitting, going on buttered cinnamon raisin toast binges, driving to Green Bay once a week, going to tattoo conventions, being loud, smelling bread before I eat it and paper before I read a book, cross stitching, reading, listening to spoken word of all varieties, driving to nowhere in particular late at night, swearing way too much, singing along to bad pop songs in my car, baseball, getting tattooed, being obsessed with random 80's hair metal... you know where this is going. I'm ridiculous. I drink too much sometimes. I'm rad. I'm Liz.

Who are you, and what do you love?