How I Got Fried

I am one of those non-writer writers who walks the aisles of Borders for nothing more than free new-book smells and to look like I am well-read. I have an intense and frequent inclination to buy any "best-seller" so long as the cover image is appealing and has more pages than I have patience. I also often buy journals, filling the pages with scribble that is neither publishable or shareable even with a toddler, only to rip them out and throw them away along with the Bick pen I bought with the hopes that it would be the captain to my book-writing ship. Not so much.

A blog seemed much more reasonable for many reasons. Not only will I spend less time pretending to be a well read scholar at local bookstores, but I will have more time to focus on the art that drives my passion, writing. Further, I have awful handwriting. I am sick of explaining to people, including my parents, that it is not dyslexia, nor carpal tunnel, nor any disorder or lack of education. It is and will always be just really bad penmanship. The only downside of the keyboard as far as I am concerned, is that my most used keys are turning slightly orange from my excessive use of face bronzer. Seriously an issue, bordering addiction.

The orange hue that my face, and skin, has at unseasonable times of the year, is nothing more than a love for makeup, and self tanners, and the tanning salon, and the beach. I don't do it for bodybuilding fitness competitions (although if you saw me, you might just think it was), and I don't do it for pageants, or any other tan-centric sport. I am aware that it makes me look vastly bridge and tunnel, and I know that in December, I will be asked where I just got back from. I am fried because I am. I have been through enough in my life, even at 26, that I look the way I feel, simply, and sometimes sadly, fried. There is something slightly intoxicating about appearing burnt, and feeling the same way. A few too many times, I have found myself too close to the fryer, and I am left with a lot to say about a lot, and so here it is...and here I am...Fried Weiss.