Because it is.

I get excited when I post.

And honestly, a little vain. I reread my posts and I think, "Dang! I'm witty! I could be freelancing!" and then I remember I have no energy for that.

Not to mention the fact that the things I post to my blog are the types of things that you find in your linttrap = not really worth $$$.

So I'll just be the first in the community to 'fess up. When people comment on my blog or rate it,...

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There is currently a great deal of uproar in my family about one of my cousin's upcoming weddings. The initial trigger? They didn't want kids at their wedding (to be held next September).

My reaction to this news:
1. Wow, this is going to piss everyone in my family off!
2. If you don't want kids at your wedding, that's totally your choice, but you have to be prepared for:
a. Everyone in your family being pissed off.
b. A good deal of people choosing...

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When I was growing up, my mother would too-often announce on Saturday mornings - usually just after my twin brother had hunkered down in front of the TV from prime-cartoon-viewing time and I had settled in to a chair with a stack of books - "Get your shoes on - we need to run errands!"

Errands.

Errands.

Just the word makes me feel bored, exhausted, and in dull pain, even.

Errands.

When my mother pronounced...

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...or perhaps just a second adolescence.

But I'm having skin issues. In the last year and a half, my formerly porcelein-like complexion has become a rocky terrain that no one would want to come near (assuming that someone who might generally want to snuggle up in the first place hadn't already been frightened off by the divorce at a young age, the tattoos, and the bright yellow hair, that is).

When I'm not flaking dry skin off in snowdrifts that gross out even me -...

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