At least *I* think it’s funny.
You see, I’m a blogger so everything I experience is an opportunity to write something about it:
- Kissing ex boyfriends in RVs at SoulFire.
- Taking a dip in the hot tubs with men of questionable repute.
- Peeing my pants in a onesie costume because I couldn’t get it off in time.
- Puking down the side of Krunch’s car post-party.
It’s all fodder for the blog. Even the stuff that makes me look like a nut case.
Sometimes I wonder how my friends and family REALLY feel about this blog.
Oh, of course to my face they like it and encourage me to write.
But really, deep down, how do they feel about being WRITTEN ABOUT and READING THE INTIMATE DETAILS OF MY LIFE.
There’s a saying among us writers:
If a writer falls in love with you, you never die.
Don’t piss off a writer. We’ll DESCRIBE you.
[Sorry, mom. Don’t read this part.]
The last good roast was The Israeli who liked facials but got it in my eye and all over my hair thereby pissing me off.
I had SPECIFICALLY TOLD HIM NOT TO GET IT IN MY HAIR!
Turns out, there are some sexual activities I don’t like.
And some Israelis.
But ENOUGH about him.
I just want to publically thank all my friends and family who put up with me and this tacky blog – whether I’ve given you a nickname or not.
Every time I write about my friends and family, I do it with love and respect and of course a HUGE dose of courage that they’ll be okay with what I write.
Thanks to them for putting up with me.
It takes a huge amount of humor.