OK, Internet. I get it. It's not enough for me to talk to you in one way or another every single day, but now I have to be clever? It's enough to send that creeping chill of terror through the old bowels, Internet. I'm having identity issues, over here.
I've bought a house, so I could fall into the home-improvement blog sphere. I'm also trying to freelance write, so I could fall into the desperate-writer blog sphere as well. I am also a student, so I could fall into the I'm-old-but-all-about-school-let-me-tell-you-about-it blog sphere.
What I'm not? A comedy writer. I'm hardly ever funny, and when people do the most laughing at me is usually when I'm deadly serious. I'm also not a blogger-for-profit, ever since the unfortunate AdSense debacle (which I've ALMOST given up on), so I'm really doing this for my own sanity and amusement.
So I will just keep on doing what I'm doing, being completely unfocused and un-nichey. Don't judge me, Internet, or I won't play WordTwist with you or let you win at Chess anymore.