I had this little realization tonight. While I was on…where else but Twitter?!
A definition of sorts, to a feeling that I’ve been harboring.
Lately, I’ve been having these sort of angsty emotions regarding my blog. Emotions/feelings which I couldn’t grasp or recognize.
But it suddenly dawned on me. High school. 9th grade. I had a crush on this boy. I was so shy. SO shy. So I would act all stupid, loud and silly when he came around. To get his attention. I was waving myself like a brightly colored flag. Someone. Notice. Me. Please.
Yeah. Kind of like that.
My blog has become my whore. And I’ve been pimping her out. Anywhere and everywhere.
Read me.
Hear me.
Feel me.
Taste me.
Standing on every street corner in the red zone of Social Networking.
I sound so fucking desperate. Like that 9th grader.
This is my blog. Where I’m silly. I’m serious. I’m me.
I’m done shoving my blog down throats.
I’m through announcing through unseen tweets that I have a new post.
I’m not done blogging.
I’m not done twittering.
I’m done being a social woman of ill repute.
Once a day.
Like a healthy, multi-vitamin.
That is all.
I still love ya even if you don’t pimp yourself to me, just don’t hate me when I ‘remind’ people that I have a new post up, k?
😉
You are one amazingly awesome Ho! Lurve yah!
you can pimp yourself out to me any time you feel like it.
xoxo
I’m a whore too. so… STAY OFF MY CORNER, BITCH!
I don’t feel like it’s being shoved down my throat. Of course, I’m not on Twitter. (God I would NEVER get anything done.)
I pimp twice a day..once in the morning..once at night.. that way my vitiman lasts all day.. 🙂
PS… I love your twittering.. no matter what it is about..
Aw, I’ll still look you up at the house with the red light on. I ask for you by name. Good thing you quit before you caught a virus … or something.
hhmm, I think I bought you on the corner one day and you keep me coming back time and time again. I like you ho.
I was once a whore too. I wanted to be one of “those” blogs with a million readers who hung on my every post. Then I had a realization, that if people want to read about boring little old me, my pissing and moaning, my moments of total perversion, and my love of all thing fattening, they would….Like in “Field of Dreams,” if you write it they will come. I don’t pimp myself out anymore, but I am a total site meter whore.
I don’t know, I never thought you were a pimp . . .
I think you’re awesome, and I like to know when you post via twitter or wherever. Please, keep pimping your ho!
I already lurve you.
Can I skip tasting you?
Holy crap, I thought you said you WERE done twittering & blogging for a minute there and I nearly choked on my trail mix.
Like that Pink song says “Pleeeease don’t leave me!”
Stop whoring all you want, just don’t go anywhere.
PS…I’ll be reading whether or not you tweet the post. It may take me a while to get by here because I’m ALWAYS behind…but I’ll get there!