If I die young, don't bury me in satin

So, I know I started this whole blog thingy and that it has been a minute since posted anything. I have two drafts in the work, and maybe one day I'll post them. My inability to move forward with what I have started writing made me ponder why I was having so much difficulty. Perhaps a smudge of self-consciousness (I know grammar and punctuation are probably all over the place).... but also I feel a bit lacking in life experiences. Which led me, invariably, down the path of the Bucket List. Why the hell not. Right what you know wri...wait a second.

Whatever.

If I were to die tomorrow, I'd be so pissed if I went without getting to launch myself out of a plane first (with a parachute on of course), or maybe off a cliff (and with a wingsuit). That is definitely a must on the list. Also, I have always wanted to learn how to parkour. Who wouldn't want to run around like an urban ninja, doing flips and insane tricks off random city paraphernalia??
 I also have an long list of places I want to see and visit. I'll limit myself here, for that is a List all its own. The first one that comes to mind right now would be London, for sure. I also wouldn't mind living there. Yes, I know that it is crazy expensive, but I'd be rich in life experiences, and that's what matters. Next one that flies to mind is Machu Picchu. I feel that could possibly be one of the awe-inspiring and serene places ever built by man, and I would like to know if my guess if correct. Bali, cause you just have to have an exotic beach locale somewhere on there. The Wisconsin State Fair ranks pretty high up there as well. It's one of the most epic fairs ever put together, and the cuisine is said to be write-back-home worthy. Yes on the deep-fried fresh cheese curds, no thank you on the deep-fried stick of butter though...

... I also need to see the Aurora Borealis. And deep worship, the kind that sinks into your soul and hums throughout your bones with the belief of something greater.
I would like to meet Ben Gibbarb, Anne McCaffrey, Mercedes Lackey, Terry Goodkind, and ANDREA GIBSON :)
I would like to spend a week somewhere timeless with my closest friends and family.
Feel my heart catch in my throat as I plow down a freshly powdered mountain.
Play wooden drums to the rhythm that won't stop beating in my chest, expanding outward, making my body break into tics.
Live, live, live.
Be a mother, an aunt, a lover.
And finally I would like to see equality.

Also this was published with a brief read through and spell check, so I apologize for any mistakes. However, somewhere a pack of Rolling Rock is incessantly calling my name. Hope this was enjoyed, whatever it was.

It's dangerous to go alone, take this

I find myself thinking a lot about a zombie apocalypse. Most especially in the morning, when I rise before the sun and the our apartment is dead quiet. I find myself taking certain precautionary measures, like showering and getting ready with the doors shut (although if velociraptors can figure them out, zombies probably can too). And as much as working in retail makes me wish for an undead outbreak, I find myself shying away from it during the early morning hours. I start asking  myself various questions. Would I know what was happening? Where would I go? What would I do? Would I have a weapons stockpile? And most importantly, would I even survive? I, unfortunately, have no good answers to these questions. However, if I ever do, I'll probably be debuting on Doomsday Preppers...(right next to the guy whose bugout location is his eighteen wheeler...yeah good luck with that already fucked situation, Mister).
Seriously though, zombies are fascinating, morbidly fascinating. I'll admit they scare the sh*t out of me, but I love the idea of it. Resident Evil, Zombieland, Shaun of the Dead, The Walking Dead....I've devoured them all, and I'm always searching for more, especially literature. When I saw the first Resident Evil in theaters I didn't sleep for a week, and accidentally punched my sister in the face when she tried to crawl into bed with me. In my defense I thought she was going for the neck.It was a long and sleepless week.
I still went back for more, and my current obsession is "The Walking Dead". I can not wait for Season 3 to start! Daryl Dixon for the win! Anyway, in the event of a zombie outbreak I would seriously hope that I had it was more like Zombieland or Shaun of the Dead and not Resident Evil or The Walking Dead. Or like this...

(You know you were thinking it too).