Ya know. I write books… blogs… the occasional haiku; that sort of thing.

By: Michael J. Meisel

Well people, I think I found my soul mate. Sarah of www.skeletoes.wordpress.com is an asshole; a pleasant one at that. We’d be two peas in a pot if you ask me. The last adjective I’d give her would be finicky. The twenty something single-mother who has been writing on this wordpress.com since December 12, 2009 calls her blog “Coffee and Cigarettes”, herself “The All Glorious Creep”, and her subject matter “the rantings and ravings of a pseudo creep”. Why didn’t I think of that first? Oh that’s right; I’m too busy being a prick. Pride is a destructive canal to breaststroke through, but it is, nevertheless, a virtue of sorts. Being stubbornly blunt may hurt a crybaby’s feelings, but my descriptive modus operandi of writing, similar to Sarah’s, is I DON’T CARE, DEAL WITH IT!

From reading all of her blogs (which, aside from the periodic lapse of a week she posts one usually everyday or every other day) I sense an immense amount of intelligence. It’s easy to see that Sarah has been near nadir during the trials of her life, but she is strong and approaches life and her blog avidly by using writing as a venting utensil. Again, where have you been all my life? Maybe I shouldn’t say that. I don’t think my fiancé would be perky of that notion. Oh well, she doesn’t have to know just as long as yall don’t mention it to her. Thanks in advance.

Most of The All Glorious Creep’s blogs are relatively pithy but rapid in rant throughout the norm of her three paragraph format describing relationships, disease, self-destruction, loathing of dim-wits, partying, motherhood, etc. It’s a shame that she only has eleven comments tagged out of her fifty-nine posts to date. Maybe not many people know about her tirades, or maybe, just maybe, she frightens readers the way a third strike hovering over the head of a 100 pound frat-boy rapist might be frightened; just a thought. Sheltered optimists usually aren’t too keen of semi-sarcastic realism and someone telling you to “eat it”.