Now I have at least six.
I mentioned this venture of mine to Adam in passing, and several weeks later a classmate and knee touching partner of mine, Kylie, mentioned that she read my blog, and "liked the part where I talked about dry humping". Who knows how many ears and mouths the word of this journal had passed through between Adam and Kylie? (Knee touching is an inside joke.)
Yet regardless, I now have a reader base. A loyal cadre of attentive followers. A road crew, if you will. I'm starting, undoubtedly, on the road to blogging superstardom. But what does this mean for the future; for me? Will I go down the road of sex, drugs, and alcohol like rising blogstars before me? Will experimentations in my writing lead me to construct pretentious or unintelligible babble? But no matter what grievance, you will forgive me for it. Because you are my fans, and love me.
Or is it a different path I'm on; without the freedom I once had as a little-known blogger, am I no longer allowed to offend people as my audience expands? Is my "free" speech restricted at the mercy of the glass heart and the ambulance chaser? My lifelong dream of writing a thesis on how middle school kids are all idiots may be in jeopardy if my professional blogging career is to remain aloft, lest I fall into the Don Imus trap.
I vow to you now dear readers. I will remain on the blue road of journalistic and creative honesty for as long as I can, but who's to say the blue road has no detours?
...Aww hell, none of yu probably even realize the significance of the road being blue, or probably even care that I misspelled you. Hey, that sorta rhymed.
"These pretzels are making me racist!"
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