I'm Serious. I'm Kidding.

My Jesus year is winding down and I don’t have too much to show for it besides like finally getting renter’s insurance, learning how to make fall off the bone ribs, not over drafting once this year and Ariana Grande’s thank u, next. Okay, the last one, you may be saying to yourself “Chandra, that’s not one of your accomplishments,” but I truly think you’d beg to differ if you saw the interpretative dance I have choreographed to the song. (IT IS FIRE) That last paragraph was very braggy (apparently braggy isn't a word) and I’m a firm believer that on the internet we should be showing not only our good, but also our flaws, it humanizes all of us. With that said, also in my Jesus year I have -$5.00 in my savings.   Don’t worry. I have the money, guys. I’m   just working through some stuff about this whole " American banking system” and having to pay for my own money and FDIC and APY and APR and ACH and compound interest and whatever. Please don’t start a GoFund Me…unless ...

This is ridiculous.  I wrote something after Vegas but then didn't post it and I went back and forth with whether or not to write this post for a few reasons. 1 )    This is repetitive . I feel like a broken record. I feel like I'm beating a dead horse...oh wait is that a faint pulse?  I get repetitive, I get annoyed with it too. Thoughts and prayers are repetitive . I don't know how many Congress members must have a template they just thro w up on social media saying that . But I tr uly think I am on the right side of this. I can confidently say I 'll be able to look back in 50 years and be proud tha--omg in 50 years I'll be over 8 0, o mg ew. So gross.       2) I do n 't want to come off preachy. I want to come off a s rational and logical . I feel that line b lurs for me. I could preach the gospel of Selena in my s leep though.. just saying....   3)        I want everyone to like me. It’...

Author's note #1 - I started writing this on my phone, in a room surrounded by guns. Seriously. Dem tiny Derringers doe.  Kewt. Author's note 2 - some of my best friends and favorite people have guns. I think that needs to be stated. This blog is really just kind of turning into my very own little morbid place on the internet. It seems I’m rarely here and when I am all I feel compelled to write about is death and guns. I miss writing my letters to Lindsay Lohan. I don’t know if you heard about the story about the a local news reporter and camaraman  from Virginia that were shot and killed on live TV this morning. I also  don’t know if you saw the video, but I did, and I can only describe it as….umm… a mind fuck? It was a surreal, super unfathomable thing and I'm sure so MUCH more so for the victims and their families. First, you're like whoa, they were so young, their poor families have to go through this, their co-workers had to go on with the news after see...