Stored forever in the depths of the interwebz.

Holy bananers, it's already Thursday... and I usually never feel that way but can I get an amen? Amen.

Today I've got to talk about something that sort of came up over a little G-chatting with one of my favorite sarcastic, blunt, bitches, Brin, who enjoys going through my old entries and mocking my baby posts from when I wasn't quite comfy with this whole thing. It's cool though, if anyone is going to mock me, I'll take it from her.

So, last night I went out on a date.
First one I've been on in a hot, hot minute. Probably since, oh, December? To say I'm rusty would be a vast understatement. Luckily, I didn't fall on my face or die from awkward silence. And that's all I'll report here on that...


Anyways, the point of today's post is to chat a little about some things you should probably try and leave out of your blog. Mainly, men.

Single ladies, ladies in new relationships, etc. etc. etc... take my word for this, leave your possible prospects out of le blog. Unless that shit is real serious, or unless you don't mind taking a trip down failed memory lane, you gotta leave the dudes out of your posts.

I didn't listen to such advice back when I started this blog and now I get the pleasure of seeing my ex's mug here on occasion, as well as anyone (um, Brin) who decides to get click happy around here. There's nothing fun about that, nothing at all. And it's not like I can just go back and delete eleventy posts, that would make for a sad unicorn. Though I wont act like I haven't considered going back and changing whatever it was that I was calling him in any given post to something like "douchelord" or "assface". I figured that would probably confuse new readers though, so I refrained.

I mean, we already know how I feel about telling people in the real world about this interwebz hangout, but what happens if/when I do start seeing someone and what if it gets all cereal serious and stuff, and I'm forced to reveal my double life? "Oh hey, check out all of these posts talking about things I did with my ex." Can I get an awkward?!

That's the thing about being a blogger, other people just have stories in their heads and maybe a few photo albums on Facebook that can easily be deleted or hidden. Us bloggers have all of our stories out there, written in ink, stored forever in the depths of the interwebz. We can easily be found if someone searches hard enough and with one click our lives and stories are revealed for anyone to read. Obviously this is something we choose to do, we enjoy doing it, I just think it's pretty easy to forget exactly how permanent it can be.

I guess my point is, don't let those giddy, new emotions fog your brain.
Well, unless you don't care about seeing his face pop up under the "you may also like:" section of your blog for months and years after you decided to end things. Personally, I'm not much of a fan. Maybe that's just me though.


I'm off to find the best #backthatazzup jam for tomorrow. You should too.
"I totally regret linking up for #backthatazzup Friday", said no one ever.