Oops: When People Find Out I Blogged About Them

So you can just color me uncomfortable because as luck would have it, when you put a blog on the internet anyone can read it- including, and especially the people you might have written about. Particularly, if you always post about your blog on Facebook, and then your friends post about your blog on Facebook, which is really just solid marketing, until it turns out that your subject in question is just one Facebook friend removed from you.

See: The Compulsive Bike Stealer.

Last night I got a new comment on that post…..
I mean, he called me “pretty lady” so he doesn’t seem that mad about it…

Meanwhile, on Facebook:

That comment was from our subject.

Oops.

But really, at this point both his cousin and the Bike Stealer himself outed his identity for anyone on Facebook, so it’s hard to feel guilty about a little story told ’round the internet through Gallery Girls stills and Wayne’s World clips.

Now I just sit and wait for the day when this all catches up to me and I never get a date again because guys are afraid I will blog about them. But I won’t blog about you if you don’t do anything weird. I think we can all agree that’s fair? I mean c’mon you guys!!! He stole bikes!! What was I supposed to DO?!

Plus, for all the guys I have written about, there’s a handful more that are even weirder that you’ll never even read about.

Here.

I’m just giving it a few years until they all forget who I am and then I’ll probably write a book or something.

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Welcome, New Friends

Yesterday, my blog was Freshly Pressed (or, for people who don’t have a WordPress blog/my mom’s friends from work, I was featured on the WordPress.com homepage), which made for a great surprise. So much so, that I had a wild day of celebration with pizza for lunch at the mall food court, and then I carried on the craziness into the evening capping off the night with a Wendy’s Number 1 ketchup only. I was asleep by midnight, and it was a Thirsty Thursday, indeed. Today I feel the ramifications- my fingers are so bloated I can barely type. I just can’t party like I used to.

Anyway, I got some new followers so I thought I do a quick run down of the blog and all it has to offer you when you need something to procrastinate to.

1. The highlight reel:

5 Things You’re Too Old for Now

Meet the Future of the Adult Entertainment Industry

The 5 Men Every Lady is Entitled to Date

Hello Giggles Illustrated Tweet of the Day 

7 Bits of Advice for Young Girls

2. Follow me on:

tumblr, twitterpinterest, instagram: @daralaine

3. Check out my Video section

4. Do you have a problem (in your life, not with me)? Would you like some advice delivered in a scintillating package by someone who knows nothing about you and has no qualifications? Then visit my “Submit a Question” page, and I’ll answer it in a blog post!

5. Email me if you’re interested in writing a guest post or if you’d like me to write one for you.

Thanks for stopping by! Tell your friends! Tell your mom! Moms love my blog!

 

WordCamp Boston 2011

This weekend I’ll be attending WordCamp Boston- a blogging conference for WordPress users. I basically feel like a dinkus for going, and even more so for telling anyone I’m going, but you’ll all be laughing when I’m making $300 a month and can pay all my (future apartment) utilities with my blogging money alone. Ha! Ya, this is all just a part of my never ending quest to never have a real job again. To be a paid, full-time blogger is essentially like being a home schooler (and I was home schooled for a year, so I should know). You can do your work when ever you feel like it, you don’t have to get out of your PJs if you don’t want to, you can eat snacks whenever you want, just as long as you get it done it doesn’t matter. This is my American Dream, people.

Anyway, I’ll be going to some lectures about how to be an internet sensation and doing some networking. I am also going to make it RAIN business cards. I’m thinking about taping candy to my cards and luring people into taking them that way. Candy or Xanax. We’ll see which is more popular.

I’m going alone so instead of networking it’s probably just going to be me sitting by myself and people being too intimidated to approach me because I look angry when I’m really just tired from having to get up before 9am…and you KNOW I won’t be approaching people-that’s not my style. Maybe I can get a last minute wing man to come with me and they can pass out my business cards.

I’ll let you all know how it goes and tell you if I find my future husband at the nighttime reception (real reason why I’m going).