So I guess this time I'm Chasing Moons

2012-01-06T01:31:00.000-08:00

Once upon a time, I was reading through all my blog posts when I realized how incredibly ladened they were with personal thoughts, stuff no one really cares about, stuff I didn't really have to post, and FEELINGS. A hundred thousand one hundred and one FEELINGS.

Ladies and Gentlemen, FEELINGS ARE GROSS ON THE INTERNET.

Well, at least my feelings. I sounded like a whiny kid who just has to tell the world about her life, or in this case, lack there-of. And as I browsed through other people's blogs and continually shrink in shame for all the things I had written on mine, I realized how aimless most of my entries had been. I think it's mostly because I'm trying to find in me an interesting life and I am frustrated by how elusive it is to me. So I retired from blogging for months and instead wrote excessively on my journal, which is now frayed and wrought with my gross feelings. (Poor thing. If it were alive, it would probably be limping all the way to the garbage can in an attempt to commit suicide because it can no longer bear my whining) By then, I was willing to delete my blog from internet existence because I was completely and utterly, uninspired.

Until one day, during a conversation at lunch in which I was telling them about the time I jumped-off the veranda because I thought I was Sailor Moon and my Tuxedo Mask will come and save me, my former boss told me about how I should type-up all these stories and sell them somewhere. Or you know, BLOG.

You can thank her for whatever atrocious/silly/stupid content you might encounter here.

So hello, new blog. How do you do? I promise not to be so angsty now, thank you.