originally posted 9/6/09 at the original Ephemera Etc.

I’m sitting in my dining room with Casablanca playing nearby and wondering why I’m doing this.  Starting this blog, I mean.  Especially because I already have a MySpace blog.  And I contribute to a Blogger blog.  Also I have a Flickr, and a Facebook, and even though I’m still refusing to get myself a Twitter, how much online presence does a person need, anyway?

Just like with drinking, Perez Hilton, and swearing in front of the elderly, I’m trying to cut back.  I can’t imagine that everyone wants to know everything about me.  I like to tell people (mostly at bars) that I’m charming and delightful, but I’m also surly and have an apartment that, on a good day, smells like dog spit.  It should help that I recently became re-employed after a seven month government-subsidized vacation.  There’s nothing like sitting around and doing nothing to make you want to write about it.

I’d wanted to make the leap to a more legit blogging site for awhile but kept talking about importing all my old stuff.  While some of it was very good (I thought), there was just too much and I am far too lazy to sit around copy-pasting for a week straight.  Anyway, leaping is best done full-out, knees at your chest, screaming through the air because you’re terrified of heights but there’s only one way out and that’s down.  So here I am.

PS That’s me.

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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