As I was pondering what I should do Friday for my big 500th post, it hit me: I've got a secret. Well, it's not so much a secret as it is a revelation. And if I've learned anything from the fine work of Mr. Maury Povich, nothing equals ratings like a revelation.
Now, normally I don't like to delve into private things on this space. Hell, I even changed my name to keep you filthy paparazzi from digging through my garbage cans to lick the remains of the sweet Hot Pockets within. But maybe the nostalgia and emotion of nearing 500 posts on this journal is starting to get to me, but I feel like sharing.
Honestly, one of the great parts about being in this band over the past 2+ years has been the little community we've built here. A few hundred of us gather around this little journal every Monday through Friday and either laugh about the ridiculousness of the world or argue about meaningless sports games or discuss the important issues of the day or good-naturedly and sometimes not so good-naturedly insult the living hell out of each other. I can honestly say that writing for you people the past 498 non-consecutive days has been nothing but a pleasure.
So on Friday, I feel safe enough to talk about something that I've never discussed in public before. That's all I'm going to say for now. Stay tuned.
Now, normally I don't like to delve into private things on this space. Hell, I even changed my name to keep you filthy paparazzi from digging through my garbage cans to lick the remains of the sweet Hot Pockets within. But maybe the nostalgia and emotion of nearing 500 posts on this journal is starting to get to me, but I feel like sharing.
Honestly, one of the great parts about being in this band over the past 2+ years has been the little community we've built here. A few hundred of us gather around this little journal every Monday through Friday and either laugh about the ridiculousness of the world or argue about meaningless sports games or discuss the important issues of the day or good-naturedly and sometimes not so good-naturedly insult the living hell out of each other. I can honestly say that writing for you people the past 498 non-consecutive days has been nothing but a pleasure.
So on Friday, I feel safe enough to talk about something that I've never discussed in public before. That's all I'm going to say for now. Stay tuned.
9 Comments:
Brendo, we already know that you're gay.
You've never looked at porn, have you. I knew it.
See what happens when you delete my comments? No one posts.
Go ahead, delete this one away too, douchebag.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Are you gonna talk about your fear of clown blowjobs? Because I know about that one.
Are you gonna talk about your fear of clown blowjobs? Because I know about that one.
I know. That's how your husband and I met.
That's how your husband and I met.
Who was the clown?
a few hundred????
Who you kidding? More like two or three douchebags and maybe your mom.
You smell.
Bad.
I really hope his mom doesn't read this journal. For her sake.
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