general momo

the proverbial about me page in blogs.

i am attempting to tell the world what is quintessentially me eating lunch in the office. writing about self, as i swallowed my last mouthful of soggy noodles has got to be one of the most agonising affairs known to me. how apt that i sniffled and teared as the spicy noodle gravy threatens to choke me. why did i start a blog, SIGN UP for a 101 to inflict torment on self?

just so that i can have MY own outlet to rant, rave and spew my guts out about anything and everything i feel like because it is MY space. with the exception of inciting mass murder, religious and hate crimes, it's MY beautiful world to lash out, love up and emo through. ah...the bliss of not needing to hear anyone say those sanctimonious words "there's no need to be so caustic, be nice to people". pfft.

it's my choice to lace my words with acid not a need. don't get me wrong, i am a super sweet person to my family, loved ones and friends, i am just severely allergic to people who rub me the wrong way. *smirky eyebrow movement*

one of my copywriter friends suggested my blog title to be 'myrantisanounnotaverb', how quaint i thought and how me. so love such little randomness.

in all honesty, i have wanted to start another blog for years. yes, years. others have mastered the art of procrastination, i have crafted a whole new level for the game to make regular procrastinators look like busy bees.

lunch was 10 hours ago and i am no closer to completing this. inspiration is in order and none better than my snoozing puppy curled up like a turd next to me. got my fill of puppy cuddles and kisses and i guess i am ready to bang something out. never underestimate puppy power.

this place for now will be my safe haven for my daily musings, esoteric reveries, caustic rants and everything in between. it's my dream that this blog will eventually be an arena to share my love for cooking, baking and all things fluffy and the biggest fluff of all - my furry darling princess.

writing used to come easily to me, words poured out torrentially and thoughts flowed like silk. but. there's always the notorious but - i allowed life to get the better of me so whatever literary dexterity i had atrophied. that made me very sad but apparently not sad enough because distractions continued to draw me away from writing, from scribbling, from seeing my thoughts come to life.

there comes a time when yo