Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Silliness

I'm Erin. I'm 32 and I live in the middle of nowhere in NC. I'm not sure yet what I have to say, and I'm definitely not confident that anyone wants to hear it, but I'm moving forward nonetheless. Opinions are always my own, and frequently strange. lifelibertysilliness (at) gmail

-4th-6th: Charlotte for my very first NFL game to see the Panthers play DA Bears.

-11th: Friend’s wedding to which I will be going totally stag and am still not thrilled but have been promised single dudes and therefore will be busting my arse to ensure that I am gonna look freaking FIERCE.

-18th-20th: Amtrak to NYC with my Mama and three of my oldest and dearest friends. We’re gonna hit up fake Central Perk (DUH), see If/Then, and eat/drink errrrrrything in sight.

-25th: Assistant hosting baby shower for yet another BFF.

-30th: Paul McCartney with my folks

What are some random questions that I can throw at a couple of dudes I’m
corresponding with on Match?

I don’t want to just ask about movies and music and generic crap and I’m
trying to think of some creative things. Help me pretty please obligatory
question mark?

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We’re going to see Paul McCartney at the end of October. So back in June,
thinking I was being OH so smart, also reserved hotel rooms for that night.
But now, I don’t know which fucking hotel.


We’re going to see Paul McCartney at the end of October. So back in June,
thinking I was being OH so smart, also reserved hotel rooms for that night.
But now, I don’t know which fucking hotel.

Interior: Erin’s Body

Bladder: hey! I heard you have to get up at 5:30! To go to the gym? Oh man that’s awesome! Good for you! So then you really don’t need that final 13 minutes of sleep, right?! Sure you don’t! You’re totally well rested and me waking you up early won’t make you want to burn the world to the ground even a tiny little bit! Fabulous! WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is how to get my attention on Tinder. I just wanna pet the dogs.

OH MY GOD IT DOES!!!!!!

I was just focused on “kum laude” but the lettering in graduating is effed up too!!!!!!

Holy shit. Done.

The wife of a hs friend has a “professional” bakery and I just….

I still had my VHS copy of Bio-Dome.

I just had the most perfect tuna tacos in an Irish pub in freaking Mocksville. (For you non-NC people, that’s essentially the middle of nowhere)

Because I would really really like one of those giant dill pickles in a plastic pouch right now.

Did you know that you can tell what eggs a chicken is going to lay by looking at their feet? From L to R: green/blue, brown, and white.

I always feel a little weird when I have to do a program for kids about
alcohol/tobacco/drug prevention.

There is always a teeny tiny part of me that wants to be like, “Ya know
what kids - it’s ok to drink when you’re older! Drinking is lovely if you
aren’t injuring others! OF COURSE, you should smoke a little weed in
college! Cigarettes are awful, but sure give those a whirl once or twice as
long as you don’t make it a habit!”

But I stop myself. Because that would be bad.

I wasn’t paying attention and burnt my delicious veggie supper but I really don’t want anything else and also can’t afford many points because I “needed” a caramel mocha this morning and they fed us hamburger steak and cole slaw and banana pudding for lunch at a work event and weigh in is tomorrow and I am all sad panda and rambling and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have like baby carrots and an apple for dinner. :’(