So, posting may be pretty sporadic for a while. I have not been very good about it for a long time now, so this isn't really news, but I felt it was the responsible thing to let you know.
My boyfriend and I launched a web project last week, and no I am not going to say here what it is, not because it is such a big secret but because I like to keep that kind of thing separate from rants about Taylor Swift. Anyway, a number of people that read this website have either figured out who I am (because they know me) or I have told them (because I was drunk), so it's probably not all that important. I hardly care anymore, anyway. This is who I am and if someone figures out that I say the F word an awful lot, well then, so be it. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. There are many worse things to see on the Internet so if the F word knocks you off your lily pad, you have many other, much more devastating discoveries ahead of you.
So as it turns out, working on the Internet (um...not in the porn way) leaves you a lot less time to fool around on the Internet. The more I blogged, the less I had time to...blog? Also, I have been unemployed/underemployed since May. I was hired for a job that fell through, which sucked, and now Mommy needs to make money. It's one of life's sad and unavoidable truths.
And, sort of off-topic: A while ago I took down a lot of my archives from this site, 2003 through 2006 to be exact. And while I'm sure everyone regrets not having access to my infamous indictment of Aaron Gell's
Elle cover story on Natalie Portman, it seemed like the right decision at the time. There was a period of a few weeks where I got some very random hate mail, the kind of stuff that um...probably everyone on the Internet has gotten at one time or another, but it bothered me enough to take part of my life off of the Internet. Then about nine months ago it happened again, and it made me...I guess take a look at what I am doing on this website and what I really want to get out of it. Also, if that was you and you are still reading...well, go fuck yourself, I suppose. THERE'S THAT WORD AGAIN.
Then there was the whole kerfluffle with
The Blog That Shall Not Be Named, and that made me very pissed off at the Internet. Because I used to feel like...I don't know, like I had something in common with all these women who were blogging. But as with anything it comes down to a popularity contest. I mean I am no Internet pioneer by any stretch, but I've been doing this for six years and I've been a helpful and peaceable little cabbage, and I didn't deserve to get treated like fishwrap for stating an opinion. I just think that is some bullshit, if we're being real. I didn't grow up and graduate high school so that, at the age of 36, I could feel like I did in the tenth grade.
Yes, I have a complex about this.
So, back on topic, I guess? What I am trying to say is that maybe for the last several months I've just been taking a break all along, without knowing it. I still do enjoy the Twitter and of course I love...I love anyone who comments here (except that mean person...go suck an egg) and I love reading everyone else and I'm sure this isn't, you know,
the end. I just haven't been making the time and I think maybe when you aren't making the time your subconscious is trying to tell you something.
Apparently my subconscious has also been telling me not to work out, but my subconscious and I, we're going to have a talk about that.
Don't delete me from your feed readers, I'm sure I'll have something ridiculous to say about television soon enough.