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Friday, January 22nd, 2010
Edited to add: Things that are awesome – when a totally popular and awesome blogger up for a Lifetime Achievement award even though she is only 5 years older than me and I haven’t even “achieved” making pasta without the water boiling all over the place and then waving a wooden spoon frantically going “UH! UH!” until my fiance somehow handles it yet and who you should also totally vote for links to you five seconds after you write a really bitchy post and you can’t take it down because people already commented and also, you totally mean it even if it is kind of bitchy but it maybe isn’t the best introduction ever to your blog. Can I recommend this awkwardly photographed oatmeal instructional instead? Or? OR? How about a terrifying duck, if you’re into, you know, terror? Basically, go read any other post and then come back here when I’ve kinda grown on you a little and you’re prepared to forgive me for being such a total wench.
*****
There’s a wedding message board I read quite a lot, and, like any other message board, it tends to fall victim, at times, to a lot of group-think and toeing the party line and such. No big deal, everyone’s been guilty of it at some point, on message boards or blogs, where you either agree just for the sake of keeping the peace, or don’t say what’s really on your mind because that’s not the general “tone” of the rest of the comments and you don’t want to stick out.
Recently, however, someone there started a thread I really liked, called “Unpopular Opinions,” where the point was to come out and voice an opinion that you know doesn’t tend to go over well on the board. Since it’s a wedding message board, there was some talk about general wedding stuff, but it ended up branching off into a lot of other stuff as well, and it was pretty interesting. One, to find out what kinds of things people thought were actually unpopular opinions and two, to find out how many people thought the same things as you when you felt kind of alone in your thoughts on a certain matter.
For example – one this particular message board, “you only get one day!” is a pretty popular mantra. About once every week or two, a new poster comes along saying something along the lines of, “is it ok that I’m upset about the fact that my sister is planning her wedding for a month before mine even though I already set my date a long time ago?” Generally, the response is pretty standard: No, you can’t be upset about that, you only get one day, get over yourself, etc. There’s a general refusal to even acknowledge that it’s KIND OF MEAN.
My unpopular opinion, however, is that if my sister attempted to set a wedding date a month before my already established date (of October 23, 2010 IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW), not only would I be upset, hurt, peeved, etc – I would also call her on the phone and say “OH HELL NO YOU’RE NOT.” Yes. I would. But my sister wouldn’t do that, because IT’S MEAN.
Or like yesterday, when I casually mentioned that I think Sheriff Joe is kind of the man and someone (rhymes with… nothing. Wynthea!) totally disagreed. I’m not actually sure how unpopular like Sheriff Joe is, but I’m pretty sure you’re either Pro-Joe or Anti-Joe with very little in between. For me? The dude makes jail way more jail-like and if you drive around signs warning you that you shouldn’t drive around them and then need to be rescued, he makes you PAY FOR YOUR OWN IDIOCY. Come on. Among other things, of course, things that have gotten him much more media attention. Things, to be honest, I really have a pretty hard time finding fault with. Sheriff Joe is kind of a badass and I am pretty pro-Joe.
Or how about blogging? I don’t think that bloggers and writers are necessarily the same thing, and I think what keeps them from being considered the same thing (by me) is how some bloggers seem to have some kind of self-blogging-hatred, in that when they want to be considered a writer, they step away from their established “blogging voice” and into some voice that doesn’t quite fit. Like putting on mommy’s high heels because you think that’s what makes you a grown up.
The phenomenon where you can really clearly tell that a blogger has put on their “SRS WRITER TONES” to write a post? I can’t even read those. If you need to put on a special, serious tone (which is likely a mimicked amalgamation of how you think “real” writers write) to do your “real” writing or write your “serious” posts, you’re probably still falling pretty hard on the “blogger” side of the scale. NOT THAT THERE’S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT. If you can’t write on your blog, day after day, in your own style and tone, but instead need to put on your big kid writer pants to signal to everyone that you’re now “SERIOUS WRITERING” not “frivolous bloggering,” I do not take you seriously as a serious writer.
I had a conversation some weeks about about this very subject with one Aunt Becky, when we were discussing community websites with reader-submitted essays and such.
Warning: Gtalk tends to make me quite heated. You should also know that I totally don’t speak FOR Aunt Becky, just AT her.
TJ: I’m like, super super super super SUPER anal about that kind of thing
like, SUPER anal
Aunt Becky: how so?
TJ: well
for one thing
a lot of times
those sites turn into the thing where you can tell people who have blogs have put on their “serious writer pants” and written something in their “serious writer tone” and since it’s in a “serious writer tone” it’s automatically supposed to be good
and a lot of times, the editor or whoever runs the thing, just fills it with the writings of their inner circle who are just people with their “serious writer pants” on
and then like, the comments are all people saying stuff like “this is beautiful” and “you’re so strong”
except a lot of times?
it’s poo
Aunt Becky: no not like that shit.
TJ: except it’s written in “serious writer tone”
Aunt Becky: hahaha
RIGHT.
TJ: so people think it’s good
Aunt Becky: no, I know.
TJ: because “serious writer tone” fools morons
that’s how I’m anal
Aunt Becky: right, no
i know
ok
got it
TJ: I mean, like, people who think you have to have a whole different way of writing when you’re being a “writer”
like the writing I do every damn day on my blog isn’t real “writing”
because it’s not in a serious writing “tone”
that shit has tone, bitch
a calculated, well crafted, hilarious fucking tone
some days are more well crafted and hilarious than others
but it COUNTS
just because it’s not all “and as I gaze upon the moonlit curve of my miracle child’s cheek, watching his chest rise and fall with each inhalation of life-giving oxygen, I smile – content. He is fine. Mine. We are fine. Together.”
DOESN’T MEAN I’M NOT A WRITER.
Trite crap.
Damn.
I wrote that, by the way.
Copyright me.
Just now.
through infinity.
You know how 46 different people will retweet the same post on Twitter as an example of excellent writing, and then you go to see it, and it’s not particularly excellent writing, it’s just a serious or difficult topic? Just because it’s serious or written seriously does not mean it is automatically an example of “good” writing or, worse, “real” writing. It’s like how comedies rarely win best picture. If you’re not SERIOUS, you’re not a candidate for BEST. Please, check out The Bloggess and tell me that she shouldn’t be a candidate for “best” because she doesn’t have her “big kid REAL Writery McWriter pants” on.
Come on, if you want to be a writer, be a writer. Everywhere. Your blog counts. If you’re a writer, the writing you do on your blog is writing. If you write on your blog every day and I’m into it and I enjoy it and I really get what you’re doing and then one day I show up and you’ve had a noticeable tone shift and you’re all Serious T. Seriousin I’m sad, because I realize that you’re not giving yourself enough writer credit, and that you think you need to change or be or act or write differently when you’re being a “writer” than you do when you’re communicating thoughts and ideas through text every other day.
Anyway. This post kind of took a turn that I wasn’t expecting it to, so today is CHOOSE YOUR OWN COMMENTING ADVENTURE FRIDAY.
If you choose to comment on an unpopular opinon that you hold, turn to page 163 and go right ahead. You are safe because this blog is totally base.
If you choose to comment on what an asshole I am for my blogger vs. writer opinions, turn to page 165 and know that while I will totally nod and smile along with your “everyone who WANTS to be a writer IS a writer” let’s-all-hold-hands kum bah yah opinions, I totally don’t agree.
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Thursday, January 21st, 2010
Hey, Internet, I’m instituting a new series of posts called “Link to Someone Else Thursdays,” because I found a new blog I like, I’m working on a plot so I’m really busy right now, and it’s Thursday. This series may or may not continue to other Thursdays. It depends on how busy I am next Thursday.
Hopefully, by next Thursday, I can tell you of the secret plot I am working on, though.
So, Internet, I give you the inaugural edition of LINK TO SOMEONE ELSE THURSDAYS!
ANYWAY. You see how I have the BlogHer ads, and underneath the tall skinny ad, links to other blogs in the BlogHer network? Well, you should check those links out as often as they change, because you will find some awesome stuff.
For example, I recently found Slice of Lemon that way.
I would go on and on about how funny and intelligent and interesting and charming she is, but instead, I give you this small selection from her FAQ Page.
Who is “The Boss” and where did you meet him?
The Boss is my beautiful and charming husband. We met when we were 9 years old and our childhood friendship eventually evolved into a wedding proposal.
We married on July 12, 2008.
I noticed you’re wearing a scarf on your head in your picture in the About This Site section of your Web site. Does that mean you’re a Muslim?
Yup.
Does your husband make you call him “The Boss” because you’re an oppressed Muslim woman who has absolutely no rights?
Yup.
Why in the world would you make a joke like that about Muslim women? It wasn’t funny and I’m offended.
My husband made me do it.
I almost peed, y’all. I almost peed.
Anyway, I’ve got to go inform some people of some developments in my plot, and I almost promised a top secret, deeply coded email to another blogger (that you should also be reading, by the way).
If you are desperate for something that I’ve written (but seriously, I’ve brought two whole other entire bloggers to your attention today, so I really think you’re being kind of uppity and demanding), you can check out this post I wrote on SodaHead about Kim Kardashian and $25 lollipops because WHAT THE HELL?
I can’t wait to tell y’all about my plot!
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Friday, January 15th, 2010
Thank you to the 4 skrillion people who delurked yesterday! As of the time I went to bed, I had answered every single survey. Of course, I woke up to a couple skrillion more, so I’m a bit behind still.
There were a lot of great questions and comments, especially with regards to stuff I may have not told you or left out, so I’ve decided to totally phone it in today and just answer those.
You can go ahead and bitch about it all you want, but I made commenting easy on you yesterday, so you’re just going to have to deal. Fair is fair, Internet. Don’t be such a bunch of meanies.
So, here are your responses to the delurker survey question #4 (”4. Is there anything I haven’t covered or answered but I should have, but you couldn’t tell me that because you were busy lurking?”) and my responses to your responses.
You have yet to extoll the virtues of pink carpeting. Or at least explain why this horrible color is in so many homes and businesses. You know which pink I’m talking about.
Apparently? In Arizona? They don’t really care for carpeting. I’m talking about the kind on the floor. And only the kind on the floor.
How goes the dog training? Especially the “stop eating razors, you moron” aspect of it?
I am happy to report that Brinkley has not eaten another razor since his first razor incident. However, I can’t tell you if this is because he actually wised up, or because we’re much more razor-conscious. As far as training in general… you know, he’s so cute. He’s just so handsome. He doesn’t poop in the house, what more can I really ask for?
Did you ever find a job that got you out of the house? You mentioned that one time I think.
No, and it’s kind of annoying. I have enough work to keep me busy in the house, but I don’t really know anyone here and I don’t go out of the house too much, so a part time job of some sort would be nice. However, I think that for the type of jobs I feel like doing outside of the house, my resume is kind of screwing me over.
I was looking forward to hearing about your Buffalo Something experience.
Oh man. That place made me so sad for people. I totally intend on talking about it. As soon as I gather my thoughts. Because I HAVE A LOT TO SAY, and it also ties in to Bon Jovi and parenting and other things. So I need to compose myself.
Veggie Burgers, sold in your frozen foods department, has an original flavor AND a hamburger flavor. I mean WTF does the original flavor taste like?
I have no opinion. I don’t eat foods masquerading as other food. Even when Phil and I were only eating vegetarian, we didn’t do, nor will we ever do, any kind of imitation meat. Guh. Rose.
Legalization of marijuana in AZ for recreational use, for or against?
Against!
How are those eyeglasses you ordered online working out? Like them? Pics?
I like them! I hardly ever take pictures with my glasses on, so I don’t have any. They took FOREVER to get here, but the prescription is dead on. I wear the thick framed ones a lot more often than the wire frames, because it’s what I’m used to, but both pairs are fantastic. The paint chipped off one pair a bit, which is annoying, but they were $8, so what’re you gonna do, you know?
Do you ever worry about Phil being called to active duty somewhere overseas? I don’t know if that’s even possible for what he does..
Yes, it’s possible and yes, I do.
Yes, did you decide on a Wedding Dress? If said so I missed it.
I have not. I haven’t even been shopping yet. I think I’m going out to PA in a couple of weeks to get that under control. I’m not really looking forward to that whole thing.
The redhead. Where has she been since TJ fled the right coast?
Well, when I was on the east coast, she left and went to the west coast, and now I’ve come out west, and she went back east. So, you know, that’s what she’s been up to. I think if you go into a bathroom and turn off the lights and say her name three times, she shows up, but I’ve been too scared to try it.
What things do you like about moving across the country? You’ve posted a lot about what you don’t like or that bug you. What do you LIKE about your life changes?
Well, it’s in the 70s in January. Who can complain about that? I don’t hate my life over here. But talking about what I do like is not nearly as entertaining to readers as complaining about what I don’t. You take glee in my misery. You only have yourselves to blame.
I just moved to PA from a much warmer place, while you have done the opposite. How could you stand all this…cold…stuff?
I didn’t KNOW any better. Now I do. I am not looking forward to going to PA in February.
Um, I don’t think I ever heard the story behind the demonic ponytail you used to describe in your “about me” section or something. Mostly, just why was it demonic? I’m sure there’s a post in the past that may have already explained this.
When the first Night Elf Mohawk commercials came out, I asked my GM to make me such a rank. He said no, and came up with “Demonic Ponytail” instead, since I was not a Night Elf and did not have a mohawk. I was a warlock, with a ponytail. So. That.
Is Brinkley your first dog? Or was there any childhood puppy traumas?
Brinkley is my first dog, I’ve never had a puppy. To be totally fair, I suppose he is Phil’s dog and not really mine at all but when Brinkley gets up in the bed at night, he sleeps with his paws in MY ear. So I think that says something about who he loves best.
Please revisit the PB&J issue: is it proper to use the heel of the bread? Should it be used first? Or does the fact that it’s not sliced on both sides make it inedible?
I can’t tell you how to make your PB&J. I can only tell you that Phil does it wrong.
I would like to know more about your dishes, please.
I am hoping to acquire some new dishes this weekend. I mean, it’s coming up on spring. I can’t be eating off of penguins indefinitely. It’s inappropriate.
Maybe you’ve already answered this.. but you did at one point play World of Warcraft, do you still play?
I do! Sort of. I just got my 3rd 70. So, I’m on a hiatus, and then I will go back and probably roll something new, level it to 70, repeat.
I would love to hear your thoughts on the idea that if everyone owned a lava lamp, there might be world peace.
You know who has lava lamps? Hippies. You know what I don’t like? Hippies.
Ummm, I think I know too much as it is.
Hush, Phil.
Since I’m getting married in October too, I wish you would talk MORE about your wedding and the planning process. But from the snarky side of things.
Heh. Well. I would totally talk about the snarky side of wedding planning if I’d at all bothered to start planning our wedding. I will totally get on that. Soon. Probably.
More pictures of Brinkley
Ok!
Where you hide all the extra shirts you were busy designing and mentioned but, never made the light of day.
I have no idea what you mean by this, but I hide a lot of Phil’s shirts in my closet. I’ve instituted a new house rule just now that I haven’t told him about and it goes like this: If it stays in my closet for 48 hours and you haven’t noticed it missing, it’s mine and you have to ask if you can borrow it when you want to wear it.
Probably something that was answered, but has been lost in very old posts. The ones where they cut off half way through.
Argh! I know there are still cut off posts floating around out there. If you happen to see one, please email me. I have the backups and I can restore anything that’s missing. I just haven’t found the time to go through everything.
Umm… when are you going to do your next Blog TV??
When I break my habit of cutting my own bangs over the sink.
So, now you’ve all delurked, and I’ve caught up on all of your questions. I think we should all feel really good about what we’ve accomplished here today, Internet. High fives and juice boxes all around, and let’s all agree not to do this again until next year.
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Thursday, January 14th, 2010
Oh man, Internet, guess what day it is!
Never mind, you guys have always sucked at guessing. I mean, you’re all great and your comments keep me entertained all day and the discussions on this site can go back and forth between hilariously stupid and hilariously intelligent in the space of three comments, and you’ve all got great hair, but come on, not everyone is good at everything, and you guys suck pretty hard at guessing.
So I’ll just tell you!
That’s right, Delurker Day, the day where you are completely and totally obligated to come out of hiding and say words to me. I mean, let’s be fair, you guys, I try to say words of some sort to you at least five times a week. Have any of you given me a medal of any sort? No. Not even, like, one you made up in MS Paint. I’m not mad at you or anything, I’m just saying that maybe if I had a medal or some other decoration indicating my spectacular accomplishments (what you feel that those may be – I’m not going to tell you, that would really defeat the purpose of you spontaneously giving me a medal, wouldn’t it?), I’d be a little more likely to let you slide on Delurker Day.
Take a look around this site, Internet. I’m not hiding my medals from you. There just aren’t any.
Anyway, it’s Delurker Day. It’s the day where all you people who I can see in my webstats but not in the comments section get to announce your presence. Since a main complaint of non-commenters is that they can’t think of anything to say or everything they want to say has already been said, I’m going to help you out. If you are facing either of those two problems, you can just fill out the short survey I’ve provided. Could I make Delurking any easier for you guys? I don’t think so. That’s the kind of stuff you should think about when you’re handing out medals, by the way.
The TJ Delurker Survey, 2010:
1. What’s your name, and how long have you been reading this site?
2. Do you have a blog and/or a Twitter name and/or something else we should all read today?
3. What is your favorite song right now? I am going to go listen to it and tell you what I think. No pressure.
4. Is there anything I haven’t covered or answered but I should have, but you couldn’t tell me that because you were busy lurking?
5. Are you a lurker everywhere, or is it just my blog? I’m going to guess everywhere, because it’s not like you’re intimidated by all my medals or anything.
6. Tell me something really weird or unusual about you. That will take care of the whole “every time I want to say something, someone already said it” thing.
7. What Internet phenomenon cracks you up every damn time? Here is a helpful list if you can’t think of one on your own.
There you have it. If you’ve been lurking around this blog for a while, or even just a day, it’s time to come out. If you can’t think of anything to say, I have created a survey for you to fill out. If you’re not a lurker and want to fill out the survey, I encourage you to do so, but I warn you, if you suggest a song to me and it sucks, I probably won’t hesitate to tell you that it totally sucks, whereas if you’re a lurker, I will likely be kind of nicer to you about your terrible taste in music because I want you to feel all comfortable and totally okay with commenting all the time without fear that I’m going to tell you that you suck.
PS – Oh, and that thing about being really bad at guessing, that was for the people who comment all the time, because they are pretty bad at it. If you’re a lurker and just going to come out for the first or second time or whatever today, I rally don’t know about your guessing skills. You might be really good at it. Guess something about me for extra credit and we’ll see.
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Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
1/11/10 – The day I had nothing to say
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Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009
So, there are a lot of half-assed kind of things I do on this blog, like the conversations Phil and I have, or when I write one of the “Settle This” posts, or other different recurring themes, like the Becoming People Who Comment posts (which only have one post left which is being delayed for a specific reason on top of the reason that once I write the last post, that project is over and I’m out of projects).
There’s also stuff like the Cosmo Cliff Notes, which are way fun to do, but I only get to do them about once a month, and Martha Stewart Living Cliff Notes or Women’s Day Cliff Notes don’t sound nearly as entertaining. What I find myself needing is a new, consistent outlet for my creative energies, and I feel like a total douche saying that because I have never once considered myself to be someone who is creative, nor someone who has any energies. However, it is what it is, and I need to find something to do with myself.
So here are some ideas I have come up with:
Idea one: Learn to knit, and then knit life-sized replicas of everyone I know and some famous people, and then position them around the house and start a new blog where I will write hilarious photo essays of them having cocktail parties and shit in my house.
Potential problems with this idea: I can’t knit. I don’t know how to take good pictures. I don’t actually even own a camera. I’m out of hilarious ideas past “cocktail party.” Yarn could get very expensive. Our dog likes to eat stuffed items and I think that while finding yet another stuffed animal or body part ripped apart is annoying, seeing the dog tear apart life-sized people replicas would become quite traumatic.
Idea two: A new blog where I tell you about all of my favorite stuff, Oprah-style, and everyone is jealous and oohs and ahhs because I have such a sense of style and an interesting life and such skill and thoughtfulness in selecting the objects and products with which I surround myself. It wouldn’t be funny, but it would be totally inspiring towards a better life.
Potential problems with this idea: I don’t actually have any sense of style or skill or an interesting life. I don’t even have any stylish things, really. Once I am past Diet Coke with Lime and this Suave stuff for kids that detangles your hair and comes in a green bottle with an octopus on it, I am pretty much out of favorite things. While the green bottle with the purple octopus goes with the “holy shit did a preschool explode in here” decorating aesthetic I have going on, I am pretty sure that the style to bandwagon admire at the moment is the one where you act like you came up with Zooey Daschenel’s whole schtick yourself and she totally jacked it from you.
Oh, also, you have to love letter press shit, and I’m pretty over all that letter press shit. And nothing I own has those fucking arty birds on it, so count me the fuck out of your stupid little “oh aren’t I so stylish and charming and unique” club, you big fat jerks. It’s not my fault I think letter press shit of fucking arty birds is pretty played out, but do you have any room for me and my green octopus bottle at your cool kids table? DOUBTFUL.
Idea three: A blog where I give you a deep, insightful tip every day on how to be a better person.
Potential problems with this idea: See above “fucking arty birds” rant.
Idea four: A blog in which I only write Cosmo Cliff Notes, only about all my other magazines and TV shows I watch as well, because Cosmo only comes once a month and I get really bored waiting in between.
Potential problems with this idea: I don’t see any, because it sounds awesome to me, which means there are glaring problems that I am totally missing.
Idea five: A hilarious blog that I can con my favorite hysterical people, like Aunt Becky, into participating in with me.
Potential problems with this idea: Not actually an idea, not skilled at conning, would feel like I could not pull an equal amount of hilarity weight.
Internet, this is where you come in. With a brilliant idea. In case that wasn’t clear.
(PS - You know how I interviewed Stone Fox of Life in the Fast Lane for the Great Interview Experiment? Mary Mac at Pajamas and Coffee posted her interview with me today, so go check that out.)
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Saturday, November 21st, 2009
So, every once in a while this blog, like many blogs, gets a spike of traffic, and I try to remind myself to make a post welcoming all these new readers and putting my best foot forward and showing them how awesome I am right off the bat to entice them to stick around, but I’ve never actually managed to do that and instead end up posting about how I was trying to fall asleep between the sleeping dog and the sleeping Phil and they kept taking turns sleep farting, and my traffic goes back to normal.
That sleep farting thing was just an example of the kind of post I’d write, but it really did happen last night and it was seriously gross and also hilarious.
This blog has picked up a new reader or three over the last two… years. I don’t have an about page, or any links to my favorite posts or anything that gives you any indication at all of what you’re dealing with here, so I have put together this handy sheet of information for you.
Things You May or May Not Have Known About Me but Even if You Did Know, You Should Keep in Mind in Case I Win the Lottery and Start Doing Tons of Giveaways Based on Who Demonstrates the Highest Degree of Creepy Admiration by Rattling off Obscure and Uninteresting Facts About Me.
a list, by TJ
1. First, you should know that I am female, and I am 27. I am very shortly to be 28. That little about me section over to the right will likely continue to say that I am 27 for a very long time. People will make clever comments along the lines of “Oh ho ho, TJ, you have been 28 for 6 whole hours and your blog still says you are 27! I demand you change it!” I will ignore these people, the same way I ignore people who say “Oh ho ho, don’t you mean FIANCE?” whenever I refer to Phil as my boyfriend. Because, come on. Shut up.
2. Phil is my fiance. I met him because he started reading this blog and he sent me an email about how awesome I am. Actually, he sent me a bunch of them. I ignored him for a year, and then we got engaged. Isn’t life funny? Take a lesson here, kids: Internet stalking will pay off if you just KEEP AT IT.
3. I quit smoking 2 months ago. You don’t really need to know that, but I am still extremely aware of that fact. So it was hard to leave it out of this list.
4. I have a sister who wasn’t supposed to know about this blog, but hunted it down and kept the fact that she was reading it a secret for a long time. I caught her when the public library in our hometown popped up in my webstats. She sometimes comments here under the clever handle of “sister.” No one has really picked up on that fact yet.
5. Here is a list of some of my favorite things I have ever written on this blog to cover up the fact that I can’t think of a fifth fact about myself and am feeling really super pathetic about it, and also you should know that the reason it appears that I have written most of my favorite things in the most recent months is because even I don’t want to read that far back in my archives:
And that, Internet, is all you need to know about that.
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