Celebrating 1.25 years of “You have a what?”
Though I made no reference to it at the time, last June marked the one year annivarsary of this website. Since its conception, I’ve written 104 posts and readers have responded with 1,010 comments. 82.68% of my visitors arrive here on a computer running Windows, and 10.06% are lonely. 60.34% of my visitors are smart enough to use Firefox, and 22.91% are still frolicking with the Internet Devil.
Compared to the millions of other websites, both personal and otherwise, there is nothing special nor impressive about these statistics. But to me, I’m somewhat amazed. People read what I write. People I’ve never even met. People I know nothing about. And perhaps even more astounding than that… I’m not shy when it comes to all that I’ve written, nor do I regret a single thing I’ve written.
This is a new idea for me. I have family members who drop by here, as well as family friends, business partners and offline friends—many of whom I never even mentioned my website to. Under difference circumstances, I would usually go through a certain effort to keep my writings private; I’m not exactly the kind of person who goes about sharing things they’ve written with random strangers… And yet, exactly what am I doing right now?
Chanel spends the day with mops, brooms and vacuums, hard work is rewarded with cupcakes and sprinkles
Really, do I need to say more?
Women are confusing? SAY IT AIN’T SO!
It has been said that women are confusing creatures. Personally, I have no idea why anyone would say such a thing—I mean, when have women ever been known for anything but being crystal clear and speaking what’s really on their minds?
So, in order to bust this myth, I decided to observe the only woman in my life who wouldn’t kill me if I quoted her on the The Internets. Below are some of the following requests made by my lovely mother in the last 24 hours:
“Get me that thing in my purse.”
“Bring me that paper from my desk.”
“Can you get me my book for me?”
“Did you do that thing I told you to do?”
(She doesn’t like wasting adjectives, you see.)