Showing posts with label Stupidity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stupidity. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

And I'm Back!


Well hello, strangers!


The Blog Jar is back from the dead. Yay!

So why did I mysteriously disappear from the interweb in November?

Well I could make something up that sounds like a good reason (like a stint working for the CIA or an alien abduction or a foray into a Luddite cult) but it isn’t nearly as humorously stupid as the real reason.

The REASON: Vodka + Amanda = Retardation.

There was this night back in November when I had several vodka cranberry juice drinks and then a rum and coke (and yes, I have no tolerance for alcohol). I was really, really, really drunk. I started out as a silly drunk and then progressed to a surly drunk. Around 2 a.m. I stomped off to bed in a horrific mood.

The next morning – it was a Sunday – I woke up at 6:30 and decided that I was going to leave Georgia. As in hop on a bus that day with the Kid and scoot to Portland, Oregon. The grand idea was to change my name and become a slam poet/bookstore owner/cabaret singer.

For some reason, I thought it would be logical to delete my Georgia existence. I started with the web and deleted my Facebook account, MySpace profile, and my blog – The Blog Jar. My blog I had had for nearly 3 years and had grossed over 20,000 hits.

*poof*

No more Amanda.

Goddamn it.

After my friends freaked out because I was incommunicado, I reluctantly resurrected my Facebook and created a new MySpace account; but what to do about my blog? The holidays were approaching and financial worries and social anxiety had me nuttier than the gifted fruitcakes I was chucking in the garbage.

I decided to wait until 2008 and then bring The Blog Jar back.

So I’m back and reading and not any more neurotic than is to be expected of a bookish girl. I promise not to blip into nonexistence again. I swear on my pretty new copy of the Pevear – Volokhonsky translation of War and Peace.

Expect updates soon about what I’m reading and an interesting conversation I had with a UPS delivery dude about Clarissa.