You know, I’m not oblivious. I feel it too. This little blog of mine has been rocking the title LAME for a while now. I have to search my archives with a miners hat to find a post that I’ve written that I’ve actually felt proud to have published. But, it is what it is and I refuse to feel bad about this little writers slump that is slowly choking the life out of me.
I’m kidding. Kind of.
The thing is, life is happening. Just nothing that warrants full explanations, detailed elaborations or 500 words. Here are the top …READ MORE
There’s sort of a big event happening on Tuesday that a lot of people are talking about. I may have even talked about it a few times, might have even casually shared a few views on what I thought. But, I need a day without discussing the topic that shall not be named. Because if I talk about it today, there’s a chance I may turn into someone as crazy as he who shall not be named.
1. I’m getting tired of the lady at Starbucks verbally abusing me. Okay, maybe that’s a stretch- she’s not like, calling me …READ MORE
If you are someone who wants a lot of traffic on your blog, I will give you a tip: wait until tomorrow night and then write a post titled “Vice Presidential Drinking Games”. I guarantee your traffic numbers will explode- mine did.
The funny thing (and by ‘funny’, I mean ‘distressing enough I wished I had an unhealthy addiction to take the pain away’) about suddenly finding your blog getting thousands of hits a day is that it just increases the amount of people who will find your post and NOT like it. Who will hate what you’ve said, who …READ MORE
Confession: I really didn’t get blogging when I started. In fact, I thought I was going to hate it. In fact, sometimes I did hate it. It seemed like something pretentious people did after talking about obscure bands I wouldn’t hear about for another two years. In fact, I was so obnoxious that I even said something like that in my very first post. Oy.
Confession: The very first blog I ever read was This Fish. I have no idea how I found it, I just remember reading the entire history of archives over the course of two days, amazed …READ MORE
It’s funny how this blogging thing can connect us to others in a way that we never really imagined. The people we meet, the friends we make, from all over the freaking world, it’s kind of amazing, right? I mean you go into blogging probably because you have an affinity for writing, you have something to say, you want to get your words out of your mind and out there, and something else happens as a really good side benny, if you’re lucky. Someone from somewhere far away (like Canada!) stumbles across your blog or you fall upon her’s first, …READ MORE
So, I have to mention this because it’s going to bother me if I don’t. And when things bother me and I don’t say anything, I turn about 8 shades of crazy all of which involve binging on popcorn and tequila and writing copious amounts of horrible poetry into my journal (sidenote: Why do I only ever write in my journal when I’m unhappy? I swear, if my grandkids are screwed out of love letters- they should at least get a journal that has SOME happy thoughts rather than hundreds of pages filled with angst and pathetic ‘why me?’ statements …READ MORE
Do you ever feel like your blog portrays you as someone you are not? Or more accurately, doesn’t portray you are someone you are?
I’ve been thinking about that lately.
Other than the hiccup involving a poor, unfortunate and unoriginal soul- things around the blog have been pretty cheery. There’s been talk of LOVE! And BEAUTY! And FRIENDSHIP! I pretty much have all the ingredients for a rocking Babysitter Club book. I’m thisclose to posting about puppies, but am worried that if my blog publishes one more post soaked in happiness, the whole wordpress system will collapse and I will …READ MORE
I never wanted to be that blogger who has a google reader number that’s closer to a thousand than zero, but here I am.
I never wanted to be the daughter who would avoid her fathers calls, but here I am.
I never wanted to be a teacher who uses stickers as bribes when she’s at the end of her rope and thinking of tying a noose, but here I am.
I never wanted to be the person who started off every sentence ” I’m so exhausted I can’t…”, but here I am.
I never wanted to be person who …READ MORE