Don’t worry, I haven’t decided to stop counting carbs and calories so that I can enjoy Oreos 3 meals a day because WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME FOR MEEEEEE I CAN DO SEXY THINGS WITH MY BIG THIGHS.
But I did have a great little convo with Mr. Brian C over at The Wildman Project about blogging in general, and that I hadn’t really felt up to it lately. I get new followers for the blog and twitter almost daily, even though I’m not updating much anymore. I’ve just felt this huge BLOCK for a variety of reasons, but I think most of all, I’ve tried to get away from the goofy crap that I sort of considered filler for lack of better ideas. But he told me he loves those posts. So why am I trying to be something I’m not? I can be insightful, but for the most part, I’m just a goofball. I need to get back to my roots.
I love my fellow red pill ladies, but perhaps feel intimidated because most of y’all are a thoughtful, prolific, insightful lot, and I feel a bit like the little sister who throws out the occasional fart joke to make everyone giggle. I feel like sometimes I’m successful, and sometimes it turns out like this:
But there’s nothing wrong with being the goofy kid, is there? That’s kinda who I am. It’s hard to be serious when I’m married to the guy I’m married to… a guy who regularly changes his contact info in my phone to things like “Huge Dick McFucksAlot”.
So anyway, I’ll try to post more often, because I like it and not because I’m trying to say anything serious. Because life is too short to worry about it.
