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I know I am not as funny as dooce dot com. I know I can’t be totally honest with my blogging audience. No matter how much I’d like to, I can’t talk about my constipation, diarrhea, bloating, zits, stupid dumb-ass employers (I came, I blogged, I got fired…) or any of that. And I know I can’t be as funny as dooce (aka Heather B. Armstrong.) But I know that I write and feel compelled to write fairly often and I’M SO SORRY THAT I CAN’T BE HONEST WITH Y’ALL. There are just some things that I’m just not ready to reveal (yet.) Although birdshit is coming pretty close.
Sorry.
I will get there one of these days, I promise. In the meanwhile, check out http://shutupiknow.blogspot.com/ or http://dooce.com/ or http://julia.typepad.com/julia/ or http://finslippy.typepad.com/finslippy/ or http://brunette-on-fire.blogspot.com or http://tjsplace.blogspot.com/ but he hasn’t posted in a year or so … there are so many more.
One of these days I will learn how to make links in my blogs - or i will convert to type-pad - whatever comes first. Until then, just copy and paste into your browser.
Thanks.