I have horrible handwriting. My husband describes it as "serial killer-esque, if the serial killer was always in a hurry."
Wait, that probably doesn't give you the full effect.
That's better. See what I mean? It is not good handwriting. It's the reason I try to type almost everything. Of course, there are some things you just can't type, like thank you notes, and funny personalized messages on Christmas cards. Every time I have to write one I wonder if this will be the time the person receiving the note will think "enough is enough, the nightmares about Libby keeping my head in her freezer with a poorly scrawled label are not worth this" and cut off contact. So, about November I decided it was time to work on my penmanship, and make it a little less creepy.
A little less scary, but it kind of looks like what they teach in serial killer kindergarten to get them to blend in with society.
But I think I need to take meth to keep that up.
Yeah, you don't want to know how long it took me to write that. It would take me ages to just make a shopping list. And I know it's not correct, because my Mom and my sister both write beautifully in cursive. I just speak beautifully in it. (Get it? Cursive? Like swearing? Man, I am clever.)
I think it's less scary, but still kind of casual. No, it doesn't give me a reason to handwrite my blog and just post a picture of it, but I think it will also stop people from screaming "oh my eyes" when they open a heartfelt letter from me. At least they won't feel like I'm yelling at them. Yes, I am capable of heartfelt letters.
Of course, Ryan has pointed out it may be more serial killer-esque to try to change my handwriting and appear more friendly, than just keep my old handwriting.
I guess only time will tell on that one.
I mean, work on on my penmanship.