You Say Goodbye, And I Say Hello

So, a lot of changes recently. Actually, in the last five days I was both accepted to grad school and given a promotion (and a substantial raise. Eep!) I registered for classes for the spring term and I moved from my little cubicle in the back to my very own office near the front door.

I’m a little nervous about going back to school, time-management-wise. I know I can do it— for those of you who didn’t know me back then, I put myself through undergrad by working almost full-time in an office, and taking my classes at night or during my lunch break. I also worked a second job (bagels!!) in the summer and found the time to get belligerently drunk most nights while maintaining a functional (if incredibly unhealthy) relationship. I know I can work full-time/go to school at night/play in the Maxipads/have time to spend with my loved ones.

One of the things that I think will probably suffer is this blog. I read so many blogs, every day. SO many. Mostly local people, but some not. Some people I know in real life, some I don’t. Some people I like in real life, some I really don’t. In reading them, I’ve figured out what I do and don’t like in blogs and writers. For instance, it’s difficult to read all about—I don’t know—someone whining about their boy/girlfriend, going shopping, doing poorly on an exam. It’s like, “Cool...so?” Some people can pull it off, no doubt (witty people and talented writers) but for the most part, it seems to come off as drivel. I’ve found that blogs I enjoy the most are content-based, focused on a subject. Hell, I’ve been reading tech blogs about the iPhone even though the most high-tech gadget I own is a can opener, and I’ve enjoyed those. On that note, I’ve been doing this blog for nearly two years. How many more stories can I tell about the Maxipads, my cats, or falling down in public? Well, scratch that. Falling down in public is always funny.

As you all know, I recently started http://food-sex.blogspot.com. I’m really, really pumped about this. A lot of people have been telling me what a good idea it is, and my cousin-friend at Urban Velo suggested that I move Food Sex to its own domain and really focus on getting traffic to it. So I think that’s what I’m gonna do.

I’ll still update here from time to time. Check in sometimes, and then if/when Food Sex folds miserably, I’ll be back, talking about falling down in the liquor store parking lot and permanently injuring my knee, but WORSE, smashing the bottle of wine in my hand.

Love,
kT