Me me me, I I I, my my my

This blogging thing is mightily self indulgent. At least, my blog is. I’m not exactly trying to save the world here, but still, it is an odd feeling to look back over so many posts and see so much ME. When did this blogging thing become such a part of my life? Must be thanks to you nutty broads (and errant fellas) spurring me on with your own writing. I’m enjoying the hell out of you all, I really am.

I’ll let you be in my dream if I can be in yours (Bob said that).

I, love, commas,

andIalsowritetoofast. So I wonder, when I publish what I intend to be my “final” post, and then go back and fix the quirks that I never notice until AFTER doing so, does that make the people who read my feed crazy? Does it repost an old post as a new post or an update if I fix my errors and re-publish? If so, I am genuinely sorry. I love you.