It’s one of those weeks. One of those months. One of those lifespans. Have I ever told you that I would very much like to live a life of leisure? Yeah, yeah. I’d totally regret it. I’d be bored out of my skull. Just seize the present. SHHHH. I’m dreaming here. That’s right. Hand me my mojito.

I’ve been reading a lot of new blogs lately thanks to the wonderful land of Twitter and I’m slowly discovering that my destiny may very well be siting somewhere in the blogosphere. I believe this is the first time I have ever used the word “blogosphere” because I’ve always thought it was lame and I always thought the word “blogger” was lame and I’d always flick my hair valley-girl style and think, “I’m not a blogger — I am a writer who happens to have a blog,” but that’s not meant to offend anyone because I’m obviously obsessed with blogs and it’s a much deeper issue than that and that issue is mainly the fact that y’all are killing my career. But I’m learning to be more open, allowing myself to be guided by what feels right. And this feels pretty exciting. So that’s a direction I’d like to head. I’m gonna be a blogger!

Now what? I need, like, readers, huh?  SO COMPLICATED.

Life is hard.