Themeless Writing

Because I don't have a clue either


August 2016

The 300: Reindeer Version

You know that old saying, “You can lead a reindeer to Norway, but you can’t keep Zeus, god of lightening, from striking it down”?

Well you should, because it’s very important.

Imagine you were hanging out on social media and saw an ad for cheap airfare to Norway and you thought to yourself, “Gee, my reindeer has never been to Norway. I bet he’d love it there.” Continue reading “The 300: Reindeer Version”

100th Post

I tried to tell you people that if you paid attention to me, it would only encourage me.  Now here we are at my 100th blog post.

I hope you’re happy.

In honor of my 100th post, I thought I would share 100 thoughts that I have about stuff.

Then I remembered that I have a life (sometimes). So that list got shortened to 50. But if you read it twice, the math adds up. Continue reading “100th Post”

Finding the Cloud Behind the Silver Lining

Remember the depressed kids in high school? Often called emos or goths, they could often be found bouncing around in skimpy outfits on the sidelines during sporting events.

No, wait. I’m thinking of the chess club.

The goths dressed all in black, absolutely never smiled, spent all day writing poetry about death, and radiated sadness.

Did you ever wonder what happened to those people? Continue reading “Finding the Cloud Behind the Silver Lining”

Things That Go Bump in the Water

You, unlike me, may have noticed my absence last week. It may have caused you to feel depressed, demoted, detangled, decaffeinated or even defenestrated.

What I’m trying to say is that you are kind of a wuss.

But I have a good reason for taking a week off my blog. I’ve mentioned that I was stage managing a play and horribly sleep deprived.

That was an obvious lie. Continue reading “Things That Go Bump in the Water”


The Olympics started recently. I can’t tell you exactly when because I have been stage managing a play and only just now was able to finish my escape-tunnel out of the theater for a quick break.

While I wait for them to find me and drag me back to the theater, I’m watching Olympic highlights. Continue reading “Olympics”

No Small Mental Breakdowns

Why dost I talk in such fashion as to make the lovely reader work harder than one shouldst have to on this, the world of wide webs?

Because I recently got into theatre again, despite my family’s threats to move and not tell me where.

I know what you’re thinking: “She spelled ‘theater’ wrong, permanently tarnishing not only her reputation, but that of the internet, as well.” Continue reading “No Small Mental Breakdowns”

How to Take Supplements Less Like An Old Person, More Like a Squirrel

As a 30 year old with the face of a high-schooler and the body/physical health of an 80 year old who’s been dead for at least six months, I take a lot of supplements. I can’t even tell you what they are because I also have an attention problem.

I should probably be taking something for that.

I may actually be taking something for that.

Darned if I know. Continue reading “How to Take Supplements Less Like An Old Person, More Like a Squirrel”

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