Can I say how difficult signing up for anything is these days? It took me three attempts before I was able to correctly type those squiggly letters websites always make you decipher in order to confirm that you are indeed a person, and not a computer of some sort. Now, on to more important things. Namely, who I am and why I have started this blog--that is for the same capitalistic, nihilistic reasons that the other 7 billion bloggers have started their own. If enough people like you, and, I mean truly like you, there is money to be made and accolades to be had. My only problem is what should I write about? Should I tell you, the world, about my days? They're generally not that interesting. Should I tell you my thoughts on life? I'm certainly not under the impression that I'm experienced enough to write something particularly intriguing. How about I tell you about how I spent the last five minutes holding my nine-month-old son's shirt while he tried to crawl in various directions? It was actually quite hilarious, but I'm sure it won't be of much interest to some non-parents.
When you blog you reach everyone and no one at the same time. I guess it's all in knowing who your audience is. But I have too many interests....I like politics (at least since Obama came on the scene), marketing(if only to degrade it), media, psychology (I'm an INFP), anything baby-related, beauty, fashion, analyzing, over-analyzing, re-analyzing, reading, art, dance, theater, words, words, words. I love words. What it all boils down to is that I'm loathe to categorize myself, hence the blog title. It reflects me at my core, wide seemingly unrelated interests that come together in sometimes remarkable and sometimes unremarkable ways.
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