ALL ABOUT ME
When I started this blog four or five years ago (seems like just yesterday!) I began it with the intention of writing every day so that I could become the best writer in the world, or at least good enough to write one damn stinkin' book, if I did nothing else with my life, ever. I used to write little stories and poems a lot, mostly when I had day jobs, because I hated working at those lame temp jobs and it was really thrilling to be getting paid to write entries on my blog (when I should have been filing) to show the man he couldn't hold me down forever!
Another thing I always used to do on my blog was write very revealing stories about ME. What I was doing, what I was going to do, what I was working on, what a dick my boyfriend was, how much my life sucked, and on and boring on.
I haven't really been writing on my blog lately, because I bored myself off of it. I have mostly just been using it to post show flyers and comedy related tid-bits, which is just as boring, but a lot less divulging. Which is bad for the reader, but good for the readee.
But another thing I realized with the now nearing a million views of my FAMOUS video was that I like my anonymity, actually, or what is left of it. No one knows who I am, except for those 800,000 youtube watchers, and those people only exist on the internet. And I like that. I don't really want to lose that. Can you imagine having to fight off the paparazzi every time you stepped out the door to pick up a grande latte? And what about having to wear underwear or else your crotch would be some dude in Ohio's screen saver? I don't want to live in that world.
I'm not rich or famous, though maybe I will be someday. I may not be writing as much on my blog as I used to, and I may not be revealing as much personal information as I used to (did you ever really give a shit anyway?) But regardless, I promise to continue writing the most ribald dirty folk rock songs I can muster, and I promise, no matter how famous I get or don't get, to never wear underwear. I believe the beaver should be free! Just like this blog -- of embarrassing details of my life.
Maybe that means I'm growing up?