I think, that I should try and write everyday. Not about anything particularly interesting, not to gather a following to rival dooce, but to “get it all out, what’s in my head”. And realistically, I probably won’t even do that, just in case some one I know finds it. Or I write too much and become friendly withn someone that has read it.
It happens.
I currently refer to myself as misery guts, so that should give you a good idea of just how uplifting this blog is likely to be.
Remember Judy Blume books as a teenager? Most likely, they’re hopelessly outdated by now. But when I was a teenager, they were “grown up”, a sign that you were becoming a “real” teenager (Oh joy), and they were a little bit risque.
Now I guess we’d read them to eight year olds.
Anyway, there was a kid in one of her books, and her costume for Halloween (yet another American holiday I have no real grasp of, I file it in the same mental file as “snow”) was as a flenser, the person that cuts the blubber off whales.
I’m an Australian barmaid.
Do you think it might be sarcastic?
