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May 27, 2007
Thinking, Thinking, Thank
Thinking more and more recently about making this site password-protected. Some crazy stuff is happening here, but I'm hamstrung (for want of a better word. Like stramhung, for instance.) by the fact everything I commit to type is Google-able.
Troof and honesty with a hard H, I only ever wrote with the intention of friends and family keeping up with my steez and its very various permutations. I am always surprised when someone unexpectedly references the site, or I hear from some random reader (rarer, probably, than happens to most). Surprised in a kind of "errrr...wait, what?" kind of way. Surprised in a "hang on a sec, has anyone seen my diary anywhere?" kind of way. Surprised in a "there's a dude totally looking in my window and my gun's totally, like, jammed" kind of way. Surprised in a somewhat uneasy, mildly bilious and overly analogous kind of way. Clearly.
So. That's what I'm thinking. Pretty surprised over here, as if I had to tell you!
The real deal? Recently I've got lots to say that I don't want privy to any Tom, Dick or G. Gordon. Mainly about how the business of The Scarlet Conservatory was turned on its EAR on Friday afternoon and may be a TOTALLY different animal than what I've been preparing for. WHOA, kids. Huge. It's huge. Like a blue whale penis. Or Saturn.
But, for a number of reasons, I can't really be candid about the situation right now because I don't know who's reading the site, and that's frustrating. My big mouf - and the trouble it gets me in at times - cracks me up, but now that I'm an adult trying (relatively) hard to be a good, thoughtful and honest person, the ramifications are a bit more profound. Like Proust. Or Kellie Pickler.
Obveez, the password will be e-mailed to my address book and then pretty much to anyone who e-mails me for it but this way, I can have a substantial amount of control over what information about me is available to the public. And now that I'm Mrs. Successful Businesslady, I think the whole "Whooooooeeey! Last night, after I took all SORTS of drugs and hardcore 69ed like CRAZY with some harelipped cousin of a rando I ran into that Marie totally banged that one time in college, that's...that's when the real party started!" persona has got to retire from public life.
Oh but she will live on. Both in memory and on film. Of that you can rest assured.
Posted by Bree at May 27, 2007 11:30 PM