Bandwagon

Oh hey, guess what, I'm a bandwagon jumper. Cool.
I debated whether or not to do this post, because I wasn't sure if it would come off mean or whiny. Technology is funny that way, isn't it? You can mean something with the purest intentions and it can be turned around to smack you in the face.
Well, Carly and I had a long talk, that made me realize, THIS IS MY BLOG, not anyone else's. Maybe some of you will relate to my "things I'm afraid to tell you" and maybe it will alienate you. I truly hope none of the latter, but here goes...

(If you want to know the origin of these posts- read the first inspirations here and here)

When I studied abroad in Peru I had a blog...and looking back on it now it was terrible. Tiny pictures, black background, neon font. The only followers I had were my family members. If you want a good laugh check it out here.

I didn't get Twitter until a few months ago, and had to have Carly teach me how to use it. No, I'm not kidding. It was embarrassing. Sometimes I STILL don't know when to use # or @. Bear with me people.

I really do not like cats. No, really. I pretend to be nice and like other peoples' cats, but I don't. They give me the heebie jeebies. You can never know what they're thinking and then out of no where they claw the crap out of you. Boo cats, boo. 

I cannot stand Nikki Minaj. Or Nora Jones. I don't feel the need to explain myself here either. The end.

I am overly sarcastic, and when others do not get sarcasm/dry humor, I tend to think less of them. I keep trying to find a way to phrase that to make me seem like less of a jerk, but I can't. I grew up in a family of intelligent people with a quick wit, and if you couldn't keep up, too bad for you. When I meet a fellow sarcastic blogger, it's like a breath of fresh air (like Christin).

I pretend to like living in the South, but most of the time I don't. This doesn't mean Richmond doesn't have great things about it- but overall, it doesn't hold a candle to the Midwest.

I'm usually terrified of being home alone at night.  I blame it on watching too many episodes of Law & Order, SVU. When Michael has been away/worked late in the past, I keep lights on and fall asleep in the wee hours when I'm too tired to stay awake any longer.

Whew. Okay, that's enough honesty for one day.
Hope all of you still follow the blog even though I'm a Nikki Minaj & cat hating, Twitter inept baby.

Did you do a "things I'm afraid to tell you post"?
If you did, leave the link in the comments. I'd really love to read more of them.


xo, lp