Curly Fries

I love the rain. I love the way rain sounds and smells. I love the way rain looks when it falls. I love the result of rain. I love rain drops, puddles, and splashes.

I do not like wet socks. Damp and frizzy hair annoys me. Don’t you dare smudge my makeup sky water. When your pants get wet all along the bottom; not cool. The wet dog smell is a no go. Forgot my umbrella? Forget my outfit.

I love Arby’s curly fries. I love they way they smell and the seasoning (yum). If I’m spoiling myself, I’ll get the large. The tightly wound ones are my absolute favorite. I don’t know how they do it but they are on my guilty pleasure list and I shamelessly hope I crave them when I’m pregnant in the far far future so I can eat as many as I want without excuse.

I do not like the way Arby’s makes me feel approximately two hours later. I can do without the bloated feeling. The calories are just depressing and, c’mon, why are they so damn expensive?! I bet the tightly wound ones cost more to make.

I love to write. I love the way that words can transport you somewhere else and create an image that doesn’t exist yet. Stereo-typically, I love to curl up/sprawl out with any given warm/cold drink and express the brilliant thoughts that are aimlessly rolling around in my head.

I do not like writers block. It is the source of instant frustration. If you could capture it, bottle it, and sell it, you would lose money. I do not always enjoy seeing my brilliant thoughts in black and white because I realize they aren’t so brilliant. Writing is vulnerable because it takes what you can hide away in your mind and brings it out into the open.

I don’t know that I have a particular punch line for this particular blog today. It’s rainy, I had Arby’s curly fries last night and I just felt like writing something. I’m also drinking iced coffee. The environment practically begged for a post.

Do I have to have a reason? Does it have to make sense? Can I just throw it out there and see if it floats?

I think so. I think that’s quite OK actually.

Remove the pressure of creating something polished and you’ll find beauty in what already exists.

#foundapunchlineanyways #writergoals