BSers
Occasionally I enjoy stalking my blog stalkers (totally a name of endearment — I love anyone who will put up with the monkey-like randomness I present you when I post). Now, rest assured my dear BSers (ha ha), I do not know who you are; only what you are looking at. Since this blog has been going on for over three years now, I enjoy reading whatever it is you all have read most recently, particularly the old stuff.
Tonight I started rereading. Tonight I also allowed me to adore myself! This is in no way meant to be cocky. I generally assume that anything I write is for the better part, garbage, and am flattered that my friends will entertain my love of writing by reading said trash. Rereading tonight let me read my words through different eyes. I found myself thinking, “Who the heck is this chick? She is hi-larious!” I blushed and smiled smugly when I remembered that it was me. Smugly because I got one over on myself. (The blush was mostly from the glass of Chardonnay.)
Anyway, I need to thank you, my expansive (as in 10 – 20) audience, for reintroducing me to me! You all inspire me to write more and to keep fighting the good fight towards a true career in writing (so I can make less than I am making now. It will be awesome!).
