I Really Should Be Making a Spectacle of Myself

It’s not really living if you’re not doing it vicariously through someone you don’t even know on the Internet.

Because I have this bizarre probably totally normal peeping Tom-style habit of scanning through the Internet until I can find blogs to read and then reading through their archives for, like, months, I’ve become disturbingly interested in others people’s lives.  And because I am easily bored and usually pick at least semi-interesting blog, everyone else’s life seems way cooler than mine.

Did you know that other people join clubs and are on teams and go on vacations?  They go to school?  And do art projects?  They do things other than work and think about how tired they are when they’re not at work?  And about how much money they already don’t have, and how they would have even less if they didn’t go to work?  And how any money they do have is only temporary because they want to buy a house with it sometime this year, which I guess is a decent way to spend your dollars but is not nearly as enriching or interesting as traveling?  Yeah.  Weird.


People like me have to do something to mark the passage of all this time spent doing nothing.  Good thing I learned about Wordle.  January 2010 of Ephemera Etc., woot:

So there’s that.  And there’s sitting around on my couch, eating guacamole for dinner.  Again.

PS – The Nibbler got fired today for being horrible!  Sorry for enjoying someone else’s misfortune, but yay!

PPS – Over 10,000 views in less than 6 months!  Not as great as the old, 4-years running blog, but still pretty good.  Unabashed yay!

About erineph

I'm Erin. I have tattoos and more than one cat. I am an office drone, a music writer, and an erstwhile bartender. I am a cook in the bedroom and a whore in the kitchen. Things I enjoy include but are not limited to zombies, burritos, Cthulhu, Kurt Vonnegut, Keith Richards, accordions, perfumery, and wearing fat pants in the privacy of my own home.
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