I Never Want to be Her
I'm trying to publish a new entry three times a week. I've been hesitant to say it, because I've tried reinventing my site at least three times last year, each time bein' all like, "from here on out, I am posting everyday! Be sure to keep checking me out!"
Day 1, here I am,
Day 2, more like the end of this video:
I couldn't find a week long time-lapse video of someone periodically sitting down at a computer, but finding ways to do everything but write for hours on end, so beyond day 2, you'll have to use your imagination. Or watch this:
One giant demon, blocking my road to consistency is being afraid of becoming anything like this:
To be fair, I used to like Cathy when I was a kid. I think I figured I would really get it when I was grown up, and could read. Now it makes me feel gross, like this. Ack ack ack.
It makes me feel groany, like mass produced mother-in-law, or blonde, or blonde mother-in-law jokes. Sorry if you love all these things I'm slamming. I'm not trying to break your heart, they just make me feel bad because some are such outdated cliches.
I love puns, so you can lord that over me if you want.
Take it easy.
I'll do my best to not go all Cathy on you.