I have a love-hate relationship with blogging. On one hand, I think it's cathartic. On the other hand, that catharsis can become embarrassing when your Uncle Fred is reading it. It's a good thing I don't have an Uncle Fred or this new blog has the potential to be extremely embarrassing! (above: what Uncle Fred might look like)
Today, I would like to talk about cleansing. Not ethnic cleansing or bodily cleansing--life cleansing.
After seven years with the same phone number, I will be changing it this week. At first, I was completely opposed to the idea seeing as this just creates more work for me in figuring out who needs my new #, but then I started to think--this is like a clean slate--one where I can choose who communicates with me and who doesn't (can we say technological weeding-out?). Because who really wants to talk to people our age anymore? A lot of us are unemployed, stressed, or completely fucked-up.
So good-bye phone number; hello censorship.
This new phone number is like investing my metaphorical interests only in things and people that will give me a good return (reading Monday and today's Wallstreet Journal has really paid off, eh?). --Like it'd be unwise to invest in the Japanese Yen right now. I'm not really sure what that's a metaphor for, but you still probably shouldn't invest in the Yen.
As a first post send-off, I hope to write about things someone might find interesting, but no promises. Just awkwardness:
Stay-tuned for the next post about three girls on a train to drunksville, USA!
Photos courtesy of AwkwardFamilyPetPhotos.com
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