All bloggers are fickle unless they’re getting paid. I’m getting grades during the on season, so welcome back to the on season. Last year I wrote about small businesses and got fat (and poor) doing research on America’s small culinary gems. This year, I’m writing what’s supposed to be a semester of non-fictions. Although I grew up in the South, I really have few riveting stories about myself, but my lead pencil of an imagination is gifted at melodrama, so melodrama there will be.
Please excuse me while I write about myself becoming myself in order to know myself while getting grades for myself and building a future for myself so myself will have food and money later. Myself.
Also, small narcissistic plug: I published a collection of poetry as a graduate project. Visit it. Flip through the preview. If you buy it, just know that all the proceeds go straight into my graduate school fund. It’s a good cause.