Sarah from “Est. 1975” Has Issues

First of all, Happy Halloween! As we’ve discussed, I’m not exactly into this holiday that much. In fact, this year I think I’ll just go as either “Gluten” so people avoid me or “Life” and just hand out lemons.

But there is one brave blogger who agreed to spill her issues here on this day of tricks and treats. I’ve only recently “met” her, but she won me over a couple of months ago with this post (read it after this one, of course, as right now it’s all about me.)

Actually, it isn’t. It’s all about Sarah, so here she is, my friends!

Sarah2 Name: Sarah

Blog: est. 1975

Where, what and why do you write?

Where: I write 99.99 percent of my material in bed. I put a shit ton of pillows up against the headboard and then I lean back and just do it to it. The only downside is that I get laptop burns on my legs if I’m not wearing pants. Which is more often than I’d like to admit. And also right now.

What: Most of my writing is of the comic variety but I have been known to branch out into other genres, particularly when publishing work on websites other than my own blog. I stick to the funny stuff on est. 1975 though, because I’m pretty sure my fans would hunt me down with fiery Internet torches if I didn’t.

Why: I write because it’s the only thing I’m even remotely good at.

First thing you think of when you wake up in the morning.

“Waking up is bullsh*t and I hate it.”

What’s the one “issue” or frustration annoying you the most right now?

Funny answer: About six months ago I started to inexplicably sweat a lot. Like a LOT. Through the armpits of my T-shirts, my underwear, the bottoms of my socks, etc. And the deodorant? IT DOES NOTHING.

Serious answer: I have a massive issue with social media. I hate it. I really, really hate it. And yet I absolutely rely on it to market myself, my blog and my freelance writing/editing business. I feel like I spend more hours of the day on social media than I do participating in anything else, and that bums me out worse than stinkbugs.

(Editor’s note: Amen. I use it for fun, but I hate feeling like I “have” to use it so I will forever be a peon and continue to use it selfishly for fun. I tried the serious thing and I’M STILL NOT RICH AND FAMOUS. Anyway, I have to think stinkbugs might be a problem given your sweating profusion? )

Three websites you visit every day.

I mentioned how I rely on social media for marketing and promotion, right? So I bet you can guess that my sad answer is Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest.

What’s an unusual talent and/or accomplishment you could never put on a resume?

I can crack an egg with one hand, and I don’t even get any shell in the bowl. Well, maybe one tiny piece.

Favorite place to be?

My bedroom. Unless there are stinkbugs in it. In which case I want to be as far away from my bedroom as possible.

If you could rule the land for one day, what laws would you create and enforce?

  1. Every time anyone looks at their cell phone while driving, they have to pay me $5.
  2. Delusions of grandeur are forbidden.
  3. No stinkbugs.

(Editor’s note: Not to be rude, but I’m noticing a preoccupation with stink bugs, which might be something to explore in your next therapy session.)

What TV show would you want to appear on?

BBC’s Sherlock because Benedict Cumberbatch.

Best and worst things I could find in your refrigerator right now?                              

Best? A million of those little flavored milks.

Worst? Everything else.

What question do you wish I had asked you and what would be your reply?

“What are the three things you hate to do the most?”

This is a tough one because I hate to do so very many things. But okay, I’ll give it a shot. I think I‘d have to start off with laundry. Laundry is the ultimate “f*** you” household chore – it requires an unappealing amount of physical labor, there are way too many different mechanisms by which things can go wrong and worst of all, it is a chore that never really ends.

I also hate making phone calls to people I don’t know. Like SO MUCH. I have to seriously consider questions like this on an almost daily basis: “Would I rather call the dentist and make an appointment? Or would I rather let all of my teeth rot out of my head just so I don’t have to talk to some strange woman on the phone? Hmm. What to do, what to do.”

(Me again: Holy heck, yes. Although I would say “making phone calls to people” and not just limit it to people that I don’t know.)

The third thing that I hate to do the most is let a holiday go by without some sort of acknowledgement. So because today is Halloween, I wrote a limerick for you all to enjoy:

There once was a Halloween witch,

Whose cackle would make your eye twitch,

She had warts on her nose,

And 17 toes,

So she turned into one cranky bi*ch.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EVERYONE!

In the spirit of the holiday, spill it: Best and worst Halloween candy? Best and worst costume you’ve worn? 

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27 responses to “Sarah from “Est. 1975” Has Issues

  1. I am so twitterpated to see someone I know here! I hate laundry, stinkbugs and pants. But I do like those flavored milks a lot. And, Abby.

  2. another good costume is to come dressed a period….show up to the party late and SCARE everyone! logistics of the period costume maybe somewhat challenging

  3. I love Sarah! This is awesome. I also hate stinkbugs and find one in my bedroom every single day.

  4. Great interview! Oh my goodness yes on the phone calling. Thank goodness for email. Without it I’d be hard pressed to hold down a job. Hate, hate, making phone calls. I have a call to an electrician I’ve been avoiding for three whole weeks now. I don’t REALLY need that light switch to work, do I?

  5. I *am* obsessed with stinkbugs! We are inundated with them here in the central Midwest. I seriously kill dozens of them every spring and summer. And they smell and they fly and they bite and they’re gross and I HATE THEM SO BADKKJSDKFJSHDKSJHFKSJHDFKSHDF

  6. Loved your interview of Sarah! I ALSO hate calling people I don’t know as well as chores that never end!

  7. Laundry and I don’t get along so my husband is the one who takes care of it every week.

    And stinkbugs…ewww! So glad we don’t have them here as far as I know.

    • I *wish* my husband would do all the laundry. I hate trudging up and down stairs with the baskets. BLEGH.

      Stinkbugs are the worst. You are truly blessed not to have them and their gross, stinky, buggy ways.

  8. Best Halloween candy is just about anything chocolate that doesn’t include coconut. Worst is Smarties or Tootsie Rolls. If you give those, why not just put up a sign on your front door that says, “I give crappy candy–I suck as a person, so you’re totally justified in egging my house”?

    I was never anything good for Halloween. The first thing I remember being is Daffy Duck from the drug store with one of those masks you couldn’t even breathe through that had the dead eyes. And things went downhill from there.

    Love you, Sarah! *mwah*!

    • Thanks Tracy! I love you too.

      My thing about stuff like Tootsie Rolls and Smarties and SweeTarts is that you NEVER SEE THEM ANY OTHER TIME BUT HALLOWEEN. Dude. If people hate your candy so much that they refuse to buy it for themselves EVER and only force it on children at Halloween, just give up. Shut that motherf***ing manufacturing plant DOWN and go home.

    • Thank you for being the only one to actually answer the question! Coconut tastes like suntan lotion smells and Tootsie Rolls taste like crayons. *fist bump*

  9. You have chosen a great guest, Abby. Est. 1975 is one of the first blogs I started reading and it’s in my top 3 faves.
    WTF are flavored milks? Like hazelnut half & half? Ew.,
    I guess I live just far enough south to avoid stink bugs. Phew!
    Worst costume: the year my husband had the brilliant idea to buy a cheap cat costume and have me wear the nose/whiskers, my then infant daughter the ears, and him the tail. Impressive, no?
    Best candy: Peanut M & Ms. Anything that isn’t chocolate isn’t worth eating, and I only like dark chocolate (except for the M & Ms). But just because it isn’t worth eating doesn’t mean I won’t gorge myself on it!

    • Aw Margot. Thanks for being so supportive. I love my loyal so-and-sos!

      Flavored milks come in strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate. They’re for little kids lunches. “Little kids.”

      Will you gorge yourself on Smarties? I think not.

  10. Best candy: Reese’s peanut butter cups. My love has only grown stronger over the years. Worst: laffy taffy–never leaves my teeth and doesn’t even taste good enough for the effort. No one is laffing. I also absolutely hate making phone calls, not even for ordering a pizza. I always make the husband do it. And finally, I’m impressed about the one-handed egg thing. What are you, magic?

  11. I used to do all my blogging in bed too. With the stinkbugs. Yes, we have loads of them. Whatever you do, don’t try to vacuum them up! You might already know that, but I learned the hard. way. Pew! Anyway, I took over my husband’s office, so now I sit in a chair. Because getting outta bed after work was haaaarrrddd.

  12. hollowtreeventures

    Best candy? DO NOT MAKE ME CHOOSE! Thank you for the solidarity on the issue of calling people I don’t know. If it weren’t for my husband, I would have to completely give up my addiction to pizza delivery; ordering it is just too much pressure. Although, I hear you can order from some places online now, so my husband better watch his p’s and q’s lest he be completely replaced by the Internet.

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