Monday, October 18, 2010

The One Hundredth

It's been like two weeks since I've been here (actively writing, at least) and there's not a lot I can say about it, really, except that I haven't had a lot to talk about that people would want to hear about.

I used to have an "online diary" (they weren't called blogs back in the day) back in high school/college/whatever and it was emo-tastic. If I was fighting with someone, I wrote about it (subtly, passive-aggressively, obvs). If I was being all unrequited about a non-relationship, I wrote about it. If I had a bad day, I wrote about it. It was all there, in black and white (and purple) for the entire world to see.

I just went back, actually, and looked at that old journal. I did want to share this one entry I made. I've changed names (because OBVIOUSLY), but everything else is still the same. It was a letter to my boss at the time:
Dear Boss,

I understand that you're older and sometimes don't get references that other people get. I can understand why, that time you told me I could take a laptop to a press conference and write the story on the way home, you didn't understand why Carrie laughed when you said I could "whip it out" on the way home. I get that. I get why you don't know what "the shocker" is. I get that, too.

But, dear Boss, the expression is "chewed out." If you do something wrong, someone might "chew you out" for it.

That is why I would recommend never, ever repeating what you said to me today, which is that, because of the High School Letter Incident, that you would be "eaten out by the school system superintendent guy."

I'm just sayin'.

OK, THAT was funny. I remember that, too.

But the entry immediately following that was about how going out to dinner with two couples sucked. (I was, clearly, single at the time.) And then there was a survey. And then there was a direction to my newest blog (the one before this one), because I was trying to get away from the desperately depressing downer of an "online diary" I was keeping.

I KNOW that you don't want to hear about it, and the reason I don't recount everything negative that happens is because, one, I don't want everyone knowing. I think that's simple enough. There are a lot of wonderful people that come and read, and I love you all for it. But there are also people who are just trying to keep tabs on me, to know things about me, so they can, potentially, use it against me in the future. (You guys? If you want to stay more hidden, use a computer with a different IP address. Just FYI.)

I also know that when there are blogs that are all doom and gloom, you lose interest. Personally, I've lost a total of 3 readers along the way, and that always happens after I write something about bad things going on. So I pretty much know my audience.

But on this, my 100th posting, I just wanted to say that I'm still here. I'm still here and I'm trying to get back on track. I love my job, and I have a birthday coming up, and we'll just see how it goes.

Cheers. Here's to 100 more.


  1. Happy 100th. LOL at the "older" boss and his no-quite-right comments. Reminds me of "Better off Dead" where the dad tries to sounds hip saying things like, "You're really bringing me over" and "Right off!"

  2. I also had a journal - some might call it a Livejournal - way back when. It got me into plenty of trouble with at least two girlfriends. I also now have Internet stalkers and trolls because I dared to edit out their pictures of dicks on a message board I help moderate.

    Good times, good times. The Internet is one of humankind's greatest inventions, and we mostly use it to call each other fuck face and to talk about how other people are getting laid.

  3. @Wombat Central -- Thank you! Also, my boss was actually a woman, which made it all the more awesome. :)

    @Steve G -- Mine was a LiveJournal, too. I feel like that's where the emoiest of the emo hung out.

    And your analysis of the Internet is so awesome, I may have to share it.

  4. I had an online "diary" a while back. I used to use Open Diary. And almost all of my posts were sad and depressing, because I was, naturally, a sad an depressing teenager. I, too, broke away from that blog to start something new and better.

    And that boss is just awesome. I love it when people say things like that! Haha!

  5. I had an Open Diary, too! Sadly, when I went back a few months back to try to open it and all of its infinite emo-ness, it had been purged. Sad. Day!