A few years ago, when I actually tried to be a part of the Blogosphere, I participated in a Blog Bash that some blogger broad was hosting. Basically, everyone posted shit about themselves, answered questions, and then went around reading everyone else’s shit.
I thought it would be fun to re-post mine and maybe, if anyone out there gives a shit, they can make their own post on their blog. JUST A THOUGHT.
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- My birthday is July 30, 1979. That means I’m a Leo, which means I roar a lot. Which means I have an awesome singing voice.
- My boyfriend Henry and I have been together since 2001. We did a REALLY SICK THING which produced a boy named Riley, but everyone calls him Chooch. You can too. He’s 4 now. 4 is the age where kids get the manual on how to be dicks, in case you didn’t know. And if you have a 4-year-old and are disagreeing with this, then I hate you. Can we trade?
- ACTUALLY, at the time of this posting, he’s six and has since earned a black belt in dickness.
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- ACTUALLY, at the time of this posting, he’s six and has since earned a black belt in dickness.
- I live in Pittsburgh! I hate it here!
- I hate water towers, power plants/abandoned factories, the ocean, outer space, glaciers, Alaska, Miley Cyrus and Katy Perry, the Steelers, liars.
- I like hockey!
- My past time is stalking people and playing with animal masks. (Yes, in tandem.)
- I like the Cure and most any music that features incessant screaming.
- Annoying people with reckless abandon is sort of my thang.
- I can turn any situation into a study of awkwardness.
- I am a girl!
Also, because it’s basically the only way I can tell a story without someone constantly butting in. (That is a HUGE PET PEEVE. Remember this if you want to be my friend.)
Also, it’s nice to have things chronicled so I can, say, search through the backlog of March 2008 and prove to Henry that he did indeed go down on a tranny in NYC after buying red velvet cupcakes from Magnolia.
5.) Let’s hear the story behind your blog title!
My grandma and I have a very illustrious history, full of afternoons light-hearted flour fights during impromptu snickerdoodle bake-offs and reading Dickens together beneath a parasol.
That’s a lie. I don’t know why I typed that just now.
The truth is that I was always the black sheep, that a lot of my actions or ideas shamed my grandma. Even as a small child, when I would fuck up, she would sigh exasperatedly (sometimes even disgustedly while running a red pen across my name on her Will) and say, “Oh honestly, Erin.”
And not a day goes by where I don’t have some extent of an “Oh honestly” moment.
Now you know.
I’ve filled out a few of these question meme thingies in the past. Like you, at one time, I thought it would fabulous to be a part of the blogosphere. Well, I guess I am but not on the level that I once dreamed about. I have a little bitty place and that’s okay. I still occasionally daydream about what it would be like to have 100 readers haha
Anyway, all of that to say that I enjoyed reading about you 101.
I am tryin to find someone to go see The Cult with me… oh man, Trent Reznor really does it for me! So far I’m SOL…. such is life Something tells me that if you lived down in the Valley of Texas you’d go.
All done!
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