Never, in a million years (or to be true to my Christian faith, six-thousand years), did I see myself writing a blog. Even the word “blog” just sounds unintelligent. It’s as if the definition of a blog is in its very name- blaaaaaaah ugh.
In fact, if my friends and family knew I was beginning my very own blog, they would look at me in disbelief and wonder where I was hiding my Oxycodone. They would also wonder how, in my constant state of procrastination, I intend on ever writing more than half a post.
Well, my hopefully-soon-to-be readers, let me just say I have one amazing reason to hold myself accountable to writing to you every-so-often. But first, you must understand why this is such a major undertaking for me.
You see, I have five ingrained, heartfelt, passionate reasons why I hate blogs.
1. They are (mostly)…
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