Slice o' Rama

It is currently one oh seven, and I have counted the blog entries I'm supposed to have to the ones I actually do, and have come up short. As of July second, I am supposed (emphasis on the word "supposed") to have ten blog entries, and including this one, I have seven.

And so, in order to rectify this amazing mistake, I am going to...

rectify.. it.

Yes.

Moving on.

Let me give you a slice of my life.

(Hence the cunningly and cleverly crafted title of the entry.)

I am seventeen.

I am currently enjoying what is left of my summer vacation and what is starting to become a very enjoyable indie rom-com in which I am currently the co-star.

I'm the host/editor/bumbling creative breeze behind The Poet's Passage Podcast. If it's on the internetz, that's my fault. I am very sorry.

And I am in Puerto Rico.

Sure, yuk it up. You'll laugh now because I'm on a ridiculously small island that has a ridiculously high humidity percentage, but when hell freezes over and global warming turns the Arctic Sea into a hot tub, I'll be wearing a wool sweater and going "What?!!?!?! Betch."

Let's see. Most people I meet consider me to be a poet, but I prefer to be labeled as "stable."

My hands don't like being still, and my ears love to hear new and strange things.

My motto has always been : If you love it, set it on fire and then film it and frame the cat.

(I'll get you, cats.)