#124 - In The Wintertime

keep your feet warm

Dear Whoever Is Reading This (which I hope to God is not very many people),

Hey, everyone! It's me! Remember me? I used to write on this thing all the time. There were a lot of lists, and typos (a lot of typos), and lame jokes. Sometimes I would write about a funny thing that happened. Remember when I did that, guys?

Anyways, I always felt kind of ambivalent about the whole "having a blog" thing. Like, I would always call it a blurg, or a blarg, instead of a blog. And when I found out that people read it that I didn't know about I would get kind of embarrassed and uncomfortable. And if someone asked me if I had one I would always lie. Because it is embarrassing. Like, I don't waste enough of my time thinking all these inane thoughts, I have to record them and post them in a public place, too? And I expect people to be interested? It's completely ridiculous.

That being said, I also kind of like having a blurg. I like being able to talk to all of my favourite people at once, I like making stupid lists and lame jokes, I like picking out song lyrics for the titles, and I like being able to add as many stupid footnotes as I want. Also, I like looking over all the posts I've made over the past three years and remembering things that happened, even of a lot of it is really boring and kind of mortifying. I like reading the stuff you guys write, too.

So I think maybe I will start doing it again. If you guys promise to read it, and also promise not to tell anybody else about it. And if anyone is reading it who I don't know about, please tell me that you are here. Otherwise I might accidentally say something mean about you, or give out my social insurance number or something. I hope no one is here in an effort to gather enough information about me that you can steal my identity, because you will probably succeed and then I will be left to find myself a new identity, which would no doubt be exhausting.

See how I'm rambling and over-using italics? It's my first post in eight months, but clearly everything is exactly like it was before!

Sincerely hoping you don't steal her identity and italicizingly yours,

Clair



P.S. Pretty much the entire reason I came back here was to post a Christmas wish list because my sister requested one, but I got all distracted by my earnestness and the disconnectedness of my thoughts. So a Christmas list tomorrow, I guess.