Let me start this by saying, my intention for this blog is nothing more than, my screaming into the void. I know that might seem to be, a paradoxical idea, if I truly wanted this to be into the void I would never even think about posting it anywhere let alone on the internet, the platform that makes it impossible for a thought to truly die. So I suppose I am wrong, this isn’t screaming into the void; this is more vein than that, this is my monologue, my speech that is half to the audience, and half to myself. This is nothing more than a way to speak my mind and not have to worry about who see's it, because to find this you would have to expel enough effort that it is not my fault any longer. I have no plans of ever sharing this actively; however if you find this and you chose to stay, well then I guess I should thank you. I also believe I should give out the, lightening round of who I am. My name is unimportant, but if you must have a label for me (which I'm OK with because that is the only real way to make a connection in a human sense) I guess you can just call me Mutt, why? Well because I have answered to that name before and I have always liked the sound of it. I am a newlywed housewife , who is so merely because of several rather nasty mental and medical issues that I am stricken with. I have a cat, and a wife, and I love both of them so much. I also have several sisters, a brother, and recently divorced parents. If you are curious about any of that don’t worry, I guarantee that I will tell you massively more about each of those things as time progresses, this first entree is my book jacket if you will. An effort to try and condense mass amounts of myself into a few small paragraphs. I love to cook, have a slight obsession with foxes, am a (massively) novice semester, am a former smoker, and am a nerd (and not in that strange self labeling way, I just figure if I have had my ass kicked so many times for being something I might as well, admit it at this point), I am also widely know as kind of a jackass (I guess its just a combination of being repressively angry and not often thinking before I speak), and finally I am frequently called a leprechaun (hence the name of the blog) This is a depiction of my life after I found my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.