it's too early to go to bed and i just can't make myself work any more tonight... so hello, blog that i haven't seen in over a year.

the main reason i try not to do anything ironically is that i'm forgetful and if i do something often enough, i forget i'm doing it ironically and it becomes an actual thing.

forgotten irony is the reason i say, "keepin' it real."

it's why i make a pouty, fish face when i dance.

and, oh gosh, it's why i dance the way i do. the running man? why am i always doing the running man??

it's the reason for the nonstop dialogue i provide for animals. i now have full-on, two-sided conversations with ziggy. it's one mother-issue away from being norman bates-ian.

it's to blame for the hair feathers i wear.

and my neon everything.

AND my punk, 80s makeup (i'm 31!).

and the fact that i've seen every episode of "dawson's creek."

...ahem... and "that's so raven."

all i'm saying is that i don't wear irony well. or, i don't wear it ironically.

or whatever.