When Words are Just Too Precious

SO here it is boys and girls. More importantly, I now have one more avenue with which to procrastinate... that's what grad school is for is it not?

If you know anything about me you know the title of this blog is only fitting. Not only do I have an eyebrow with the world's strongest muscle operating behind it, but I can be quite cynical, sarcastic, skeptic...that list go on for a while. Suffice to say, I raise my damn I eyebrow a lot. Sometimes when I don't recognize that I'm doing it. On occasion it belies the words leaving my mouth and blows any kind of cover I have. If I were a superhero (which I secretly think I am...shhhh...don't tell anybody), my eyebrow would be my kryptonite. On the other hand, there are times when a raised eyebrow is just so fitting. When you couldn't possibly say anything that could capture accurately the inaneness of the moment in words, raise an eyebrow. When you would fuck up a person's headspace with phrases pursed on your lips, raise an eyebrow. When you wouldn't waste your precious thoughts or the energy needed to expell the words from your tongue, raise a mother-truckin eyebrow.

With that said, I don't intend, at this moment anyway, to publish anything riveting here. Just my random thoughts and musings at any given time. Kudos to me if they make sense, a full pat on the back if they are poignant, and a great big slap on the ass if they stir the pot. And if you're still reading this...bless your heart.