I had an interview with SELF magazine today. I hate doing interviews. It’s good to do. But I never know what to say. Today the gal was like “walk me through a day in the life of you”. Immediately in the back of my head, “its fucking boring lady, I am not one of these fancy girls you run into on social media, I am everything most of fucking millennials despise, I drink too much, I spend too much time in the desert, I don’t coddle my kids, the only reason I own lingerie is for photos, my house doesn’t have a porch on it…fml…it’s not exciting lady and I don’t want to talk about it” instead I say oh ya know, normal stuff, get the kids to school, cook, take care of animals…..all the normal stuff.
The honest answer to that question involves sooo much more alchohol. These people expect hat I am an interesting person, that I have something to add to the heaping piles of b.s they have to talk about. I don’t.