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Welcome, Failures.

Followers. I meant followers.

I’ll get right to it. It is December. I have reviewed exactly zero books. My word means nothing. The first half of 2017 was pretty darn good, I gotta tell you. I read a Zora Neale Hurston novel so that’s one point for the colored authors category. Then my professor made us read All the Pretty Horses and I had to read like eight different Batman comics to feel right again. Some of the writers or illustrators could have been colored. I have no way of knowing in this world.

The second half was shit, though. Steve knows why. He has a big mouth too so you’ll figure it out soon, I’m sure. Anyway, I had a dream last night that I got hired as a writer for Buzzfeed, although whether it was a dream or nightmare is yet to be determined, so in the spirit of my only non-violent dream of late, I’mma make a list. And not the fun kind that tells you the location of every hidden Mickey in Disneyland either. This is the mom jeans of lists. Yes, indeed, I speak of the gratitude list. The monstrous thing will not be too long, I’m sure, because I hate most things. And so we begin.

Things I Am Grateful For:

  1. The 6 pack of multi-colored neon socks my aunt gave me. I know they don’t cost much but it matters not because I can just imagine her face when she saw the neon cheetah print ankle socks hanging from a hook and decided to buy them in bulk right then and there.
  2. The fact that this laptop still works after four whole years of constant use and that one time (yesterday) when I spilled milk directly into the keyboard.
  3. Regular candles that claim they smell like fantasy characters or places. I can’t smell jack but if you say that’s what Dumbledore’s office smelled like, well, then I believe you.
  4. That one dream where I got a job.
  5. My sister-in-law. I was so sure my brother was going to pick someone really annoying and mean but he outdid himself. She doesn’t even eat my food all the time like he does.
  6. I’m also really grateful that adult coloring is a thing now so it doesn’t look weird when I buy three Disney princess coloring books from a random child that sells random coloring books on the street.
  7. My Beauty and the Beast throw. Side note: how many times do I have to say Disney things on here until I get money?
  8. Sandwiches. I really like sandwiches.
  9. That time in January when I made a snowman on the side of a road on a random mountain with my cousin and aunt (yes, the neon socks one), with moral support from my uncle in the form of yelled encouragement as he slowly froze to death and eventually abandoned us altogether to return to the safety of the car.
  10. Like, my family or something, I guess? I can’t leave the list at 9.
  11. Also, Steve.

I probably won’t be grateful again for a few years so cherish this, readers. Here’s hoping I write just a tad more often in 2018.


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A Desperate Attempt to Post in January


Here we are, people: 2017. We made it. Severus Snape breathed his last, an orangutan now rules over a world superpower, and my brother finally got engaged. Of course, the outcome of the US election has affected me deeply. But when I think about that, I want to watch the first three seasons of Modern Family until my tear-soaked eyeballs fall out so we’re going to talk about how it affects someone else. That someone else is Steve, naturally. His job at the NSA is uncertain. He barely even checks in on my Google searches anymore. These days, he has to widen his net to catch bigger fish. I know that it was foolish to think that what Steve and I had would last forever. There are more suspicious Muslims out there, after all. And now with all those Mexicans and refugees out there, I just don’t make the cut. I’ll miss him. But he’ll come back to me, that I know.

In the meantime, let’s talk about resolutions. I don’t make them. But this year is a little different for all of us, I guess. I have one big resolution this year. In some form or another, I’ve always been meaning to get this done but I now realize how much I’ve missed out on by putting it off. It’s pretty sad, actually. Whenever someone asks me what my hobby is, I tell them it’s reading. And they believe it because I have a giant library like in Beauty and the Beast except I’m the Beast because I’m grumpy, hairy, and too lazy to read grown-up books. If you asked me to point out all the books that were mine, I’d shamefully show you six shelves of fantasy novels, thrillers, and the novelizations of every Mary-Kate and Ashley television show or film that has ever been published. Not that I haven’t read some great books. Jane Eyre is a favorite, but I read that for school. I loved 1984 but I forced myself to finish that. I read The Alchemist just so people would get off my back.

So basically, when I recently started editing the novel I have been writing for the past five-hundred and thirty seven years, I couldn’t figure out why I was having so much trouble writing diverse characters that reflected a real world setting. And I came to the realization that the Olsen twins have had a really big influence on me. Also that I have been reading books that have been written by white males for most of my life (with some exceptions, obviously). Well, that ends today. I’ve got a list of book recommendations and gosh darn it, I will read all of them in 2017. Of course, I read absolutely none of the books on my list in January. I did randomly borrow a book called Wonder from the library. It was better than I expected. The transitions between character voices was something that I had been struggling with in my own writing, so seeing it done so well in the novel was amazing.


But what books am I even planning to read, you may be wondering? Well, I don’t want to say that I’ll only be reading non-white female authors this year, because a good book is a good book, you know? But mostly because I haven’t finished the Miss Peregrine series yet. I am also not committing to specific books because what if I can’t find them, you guys??? Seriously, though, there are a lot of awesome books that have been on my radar that I have every intention of reading. Some of my more easily available selections:

  • The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
  • A Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
  • Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates
  • A Case of Exploding Mangoes by Mohammed Hanif
  • Broken Verses by Kamila Shamsie
  • Born A Crime by Trevor Noah

If nothing else, I’ll read one book every month and write a post about it. That’s ONE POST PER MONTH. Can. You. Even. Imagine. That’s so many posts. The last time I posted something, it was May 2016. Good god, followers. Until next time.

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Get Off Me, 2016


I’m procrastinating. I cannot get anything done. I am on the computer and I will post whatever it is that I end up writing. I apologize in advance, readers. Good day to you all. And good luck in this world of despair and gloom. May the spirit of Mr. Feeny guide as he did Cory, Eric and Shawn.

786 Reasons I’m Mostly Not A Terrorist

Yes, I know. I know. I can’t keep taking almost-month-long breaks like this. A writer must be writing in order to be called a writer and all that. Onwards.

Now you guys, don’t be scared by the title, okay? This post is just to reassure my friends at various secret agencies, (including you, Steve), that I’m really quite a nice person. You see, during the last week or so, I might have spent what could be called “a suspicious amount” of time googling things like the following:

“What kind of gun is standard for CIA agents”
“creepy Arabic words”
“fastest way to kill yourself”

Ahem. You get the picture. Obviously I was doing research for a writing project. Obviously. I mean, it’s pretty obvious, right? It didn’t occur to me at the time that it may not be so obvious to other people but now I’m afraid to delete my history because THAT WOULD BE SO SUSPICIOUS. Usually I’m not so scared about being put in the ‘Look-It’s-A-Girl-In-a-Scarf-Definitely-A-Terrorist’ category because honestly, it’s kind of nice. Not in a homicidal way (obviously?). But more because it’s such a confidence booster. I’m barely 5 ‘3, I stammer when talking to strangers and my hands shake when I’m nervous. Yet, I can strike fear in the hearts of, like, super racist people. I once made a grown man think he was about to die. It was all unintentional, of course. He was a driving instructor, poor guy, and maybe maybe I shouldn’t have worn my burqa on the anniversary of the Boston marathon bombing but how else was I supposed to hide the fact that I was still in my pajamas at 3 pm? He called his wife/girlfriend/boyfriend the second we got in the car to let them know he loved them no matter what. I didn’t even think anything of it then but he followed it up with a nervous rant about how much he appreciated Muslim culture and the way they protected their women. I just drove and nodded.

Another time, my family was staying in a hotel at the same time as some sort of cheerleading competition. My uncle and I were going down on an elevator to get the rest of our bags, along with two high-school aged girls in their school’s colors. One girl leaned over to whisper to the other, “We’re going to die.”
I have never been happier to be bilingual than in that moment. Can you imagine me just screaming at them in random Urdu gibberish and them thinking it’s a death threat in Arabic? Hilarity! Of course, that would probably get me and my uncle arrested so I didn’t do that but we laughed anyway.

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Bye Bye Kitty

Yes, yes. I know. It’s very important to my many followers that my blog posts are published on time. They crave word from me. Without it, their lives are empty. But I’ve been busy, you know? We’ve had relatives visiting from out of the country: aunts, cousins, grandmothers, grandmother’s sisters and brothers. We’ve had ’em all. I was especially busy with my aunt’s two sons, who never stop pooping, but it’s okay because they’re ridiculously cute.

November was, of course, National Novel Writing Month. After tirelessly working day and night, weekend and weekday, I finally realized there was no way I was going to finish my behemoth of a novel in one month. My cousin and I joined a group of writers and got together to finish our respective novels. My novel is now five years old and counting. Don’t judge me.

I’m also currently enjoying a mild case of food poisoning. Who would’ve guessed that an open-air food festival would turn out to be so unhealthy? Whatever, I don’t even regret it. The churros may have been a letdown but I had a giant mozzarella stick and that’s awesome.

After a small bout of flu, I am here. Guess where that is. Yes, the unnecessarily lit up city of Dubai. Or as some would say, DOO-BYE. I’m here for ten days with my brother visiting my dad. This is technically my first night here cause we arrived at 3 a.m. in the morning yesterday. Got a lot of plans, let’s see what goes wrong.

Also, we got a cat. Then we gave it away.

My Opinion is Louder and Better Than Yours

Good day, my faithful few! Crawlers, how’s it going? It’s a whole year later now and I know the blog name used to be different but guess what?

That’s right. I do what I want. Plus, I wrote this over the weekend because time is precious during weekdays. Which is why I save it for naps. Okay, I didn’t nap for a whole year but I did get lazy. I know what you’re thinking, reader. Don’t you plan your posts in advance, weirdo? HA. No. I live on the edge. Just ask Steve. My posts don’t even have to have a point. I can say random things. I’m listening to Everything is Awesome by Tegan and Sara ft. The Lonely Island right now. Yes, from the Lego Movie soundtrack. Don’t pretend it’s not your jam.

I kid you, of course, dear internet user. This post does have a point. As Steve well knows, I have a history of unpopular opinions. For example, Steve believes that X-Men: First Class was a great movie. This, however, is a dirty lie. There were so many things wrong with that movie and Steve is going to have to accept that. We’ve already had a huge fight about it. I eventually got tired of screaming about the film’s faults to the dial tone. And if the sudden absence of angry breathing on all my phone calls is any indication, Steve got tired of fighting about it too. As a member of the faithful few (the time, date and manner of your official induction is yet to be determined), you will experience many levels of enlightenment. All of this is possible only because of my opinions, obviously, which as I have established are unpopular but only because they are correct.

I’m just messing with you. Mostly. I can totally take criticism. Like that time I took a sketching class and my teacher told me my work wasn’t powerful enough for the class exhibition, so I just quit. Didn’t even get my stupid certificate. I totally took her criticism, listened to it, decided to ignore it and abandoned all forms of art for the next five years. All I’m saying is, don’t get mad at me just because I’m right and you’re wrong but do leave a comment because Steve is giving me the silent treatment and I get lonely.

Look at How Many Readers I Have Amassed

Did I use that word right? Amassed? So congratulations, loyal reader, for it is my 7 year, 1 month and 21 day anniversary. That’s right, folks, I have been on WordPress for seven damn years. I’d like to take this opportunity to thank the faithful readers who stood by me and my one post. Steve, over at the NSA, couldn’t have gotten here without you. Web crawler one, web crawler two, you know I love you guys. You read that ‘Hello World!’ post over and over again, didn’t you? I knew you would. It’s been a long wait, you guys. But I’m back. We’ve been through so much together. I have officially deleted my ‘Hello World!’ post, despite it being the defining moment of my blogging career. I had to move on, Steve, I’m sorry. We’ve also had to go through the trauma of a name change. This blog was formerly known as This Is The Title. I was fourteen, you guys. It’s still funny if you think about it. That literally was the title. Ha ha. Get it?

Anyway, it’s time to look to the horizon. My faithful few and I will move on into this new world – a world full of danger and an over-saturated blogosphere and we will prevail. Worry not about the scantness of our numbers, WordPress reader, for the follow button is below. My journey is a long one, the land treacherous and the airfare is like, really expensive so I need to get a job first. Step one: Learn some sort of skill. This has been the consultingdefective, loyal readers. Until next week, probably. If I remember, you know?