As most of the folks who will read this know: I am through and through a creep magnet. Which, in parallel to my palpable awkwardness means I rack up more awkward and creepy situations at a speed that would make Jeff Gordon blush (Yes, I pulled a Nascar-joke!). Naturally, as any generation Y-er worth their weight would do I feel obligated to share those brilliantly irksome moments with my friends in a simple, nonobtrusive place that they can bookmark and stumble upon for a laugh.
Warning: If you are easily offended by foul language or an overuse of commas, this blog is not for you. Each post is gingerly peppered with expressive language including f-bombs, made-up words, and a few weird ass phrases you’ve probably never heard before.