I’ve thought a million times about getting the hell out of here and quitting this blog. Then, the other day when I was upgrading my version of WordPress and K2 I panicked for a second, completely forgetting that all of my entries are stored in the database. I was like, SHIT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO SOMETHING? WHERE ARE MY ENTRIES… as I watched my FTP app overwrite all those little files… I’m seriously so retarded sometimes it’s painful. REALLY.
The experience taught me two things, one) that I really need to make backups before I upgrade (I know, shut the hell up) and two) that I would DIE if I lost this blog, even though some days I think it’s a compilation of worthless crap.
Some of my entries, however, really remind me of who I am better than any therapist or list-writing or talking to friends could do, which is the reason I started writing here in the first place. It’s totally cliche to say “I have a horrible memory”, but seriously people, I am the worst. This blog was always meant to be one big HEY, REMEMBER THIS SHIT? telling me I’m not a giant poo with overgrown eyebrows. (More on that later.)
I don’t know what my point is. Maybe today since I’m feeling like shit I’m just trying to remind myself that I’m so much more than poo.
I have one overgrowing eyebrow hair. suze calls it my old man hair. the trouble is it is right in the middle of teh eyebrow, and will have to be specifically trimmed for the next 30 years, to prevent me looking like an old kook with a gap in his eyebrow, when it comes time to spin records in the old raver’s home.
PS You’re only a giant pooh if you get stuck in Rabbit’s burrow from eating too much honey.
If you love this blog so much, why don’t you clean it the hell up? ;)
I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BLOG!
<3 m.
There… IT’S CLEAN.
You know what else is cheaper than therapy? Whiskey. And it’s a hell of a lot more fun than writing.
Man, I love whiskey.