WHAT ON EARTH, ANITA?

 Who on Earth are you? 

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I can't say I am a mother (or a father) of three wonderful children, who has embarked on this wonderful journey called life to reveal a 234-year-old recipe for the perfect crunchy chocolate chip cookies. And I hope I will not (write the recipe, I mean; I hope to become the mother of at least two bearable children and a squawk duck one day; not the father though, or the biological mother of the squawk duck, that would be inconceivable). But I can give you the recipe for a weird cabbage soup.

I can't also say that I am a DIY-er that knows at least ten ways to tighten your high-waisted jeans with a hairband, without using scissors, or a needle, or glue, or even your hands). But I can tell you 30 reasons as to why people are f**ked up. 

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I can't say I know a great deal about life since I am just an adult, and not a wise 5-year-old. But I can be cynical all the way through telling you that you should enjoy life the way you want to enjoy it.

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And life is great. 

This is why I write. 

 

Oh, hi, I am Anita. And this is NOT my Ted Talk.