My world, except shinier.

Just your average type A, pre-law student working as a legal assistant. Oh except I have ADHD. This is my life. Raw, uncut, real and pretty hilarious. Hopefully I'll make you motivated, laugh, smile, and understand. So, welcome to my sh*tshow.

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I’m such a shit writer when I’m unmedicated.

Basically also a shit person. Who talks shit about myself. On social media.

My anxiety and depression come in the night time.

My thoughts tend to scramble. I ramble. I forget my thought processes. In the middle of a thought. Or my shiny brain will trail off. Trail. Trail mix. Trail mix has granola. Granola is yummy. But it can have nuts. I’m allergic to nuts. Not peanuts. They’re roots. Also are classified as legumes. Which are beans in case you were confused. I’m confused at why I’m writing this. I guess because I’ve never written out my trail of thought before. This is a first. What do they call this type of writing?

*closes out for a quick google search*

Stream of consciousness. I’m also writing this from my phone. So I can’t write with bold and italicized. Maybe I can but I don’t know how. Does anyone know? I don’t. You’d think at 24 I’d be tech savvy. But I’m far from that. I’m pretty shit with social media. I’m shit at a lot of things. And I’ll admit that. Because I’m not afraid to put myself out there more and let you get to know me. But probably no one would read this. Because it’s jumbled and a mess. I have a love/hate relationship with med vacations on the weekend.

Mainly because I’m a shit writer while I’m not medicated.

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My life is a sitcom.

Today, I sat there and thought about this post. My first post on my brand spanking new tumblr. Should I introduce myself? Nah, that is cliche. Should I tell everyone about my day? Again, Aly (me by the way), that is very unoriginal. I mean you say you have ADHD and you’re not going to think outside of the box?! Ok, fine, I will, I’ll think of something, stop being mean. 

So, I decided to get my creative juices flowing. I turned to my usual inspiration (or ADHD crack). Youtube. You’re so smart when you want to be, Alyson. Thank you, I know.

I’m sitting there, watching Youtube and vaping outside. I was sucked into Youtube land, y’all. Out of the corner of my eye I see something right next to my leg. I thought it was my cat, Ms. Kitty. Yeah, I know. My family is rather creative. Guess what our male cat’s name is? If you guessed Mr. Kitty, you get a gold star. If you guessed Taco, you are wrong but still get a gold star because that is an awesome name. I turned to go pet her because I had a trying day and needed some kitty love.

 It wasn’t my cat. 

It wasn’t any cat. 

It. was. a. mother. f*ckin. RACCOON. 

I jumped. It jumped. I screamed. It bolted. 

I want to thank you madam or sir raccoon for two things. 1. Giving me a heart attack at 24 years old. This is not how I pictured dying. I wanted to die honorably. Preferably not pissing myself from a possible rabid raccoon. 2. Giving me a great and thrilling thing to write about in my first post. Thank you trash panda. Now I can put “has experience working closely with wild life” as a skill on Linkedin. Who wants to endorse it? 

Kidding. Not really. 

Note to future self: do not hyperfocus on Youtube when you live in the back woods. 

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Please bear with me.

I am under construction and will post content shortly.

In the meantime, I would love to reach out to the community. What would you like to see on my tumblr? I mainly want to just focus on my writing about my personal struggles every single day.

I want though to get ideas. And followers. If you have any suggestions that you’d like to see from me, please let me know by messaging me, responding to this post, reblogging, whatever.