Today is my blog's first birthday.
One year ago today I went to blogger.com and in about 6 minutes and 12 seconds, the magic that happens on on this url three to four times a week--was first spat out into the blogosphere.
It all began with my friend Jennifer who was a devotee last summer to this now defunct NYC blog and urged me to check it out. I did, laughed at it a bit, and then thought to myself, "well fuck, I need to get me one of these things."
There were a few things at the outset that I swore I would not do. One was bore anyone with the mundane details of work--I'm not a bounty hunter or a sex surrogate so who really cares what I do, right? Second, I wasn't going to use my little corner of the internet to whine about boys. Lame. Correction. Extremely lame. I did break down though with this post once when I had gone way too long without . . . well, read it if you're curious. Now that's not to say that I haven't shared things with my fellow bloggers in one of our hilarious little email exchanges. If I wasn't sworn to secrecy many times over, I would have some top notch blog material. But I am a woman of my word.
So that left me with spinning yarns about boozing, laughing, and just living with this amazing city as a backdrop. Oh, and of course there's my occasional post about my hillbilly family and my disdain for our illustrious President.
I like making people laugh. I love people telling me I'm funny. My friend Kim told me she likes reading the blog to find out what's in my head. Brave girl. The thing is, I thought blogging would help me clear some of the stuff out.
And it does, but goddamn it, there's always new stuff creeping right back in.