Welcome to my online journal. I hate the word "blog" and refuse to call it that. I come from a time where we journled, or wrote in our diaries. None of this blog BS. That's just silly. So I hope you enjoy what you read and if you don't...well too bad. It's my journal and I'll write what I want to.
Remember all of those famous journalers from back in the day? Anne Frank, Sylvia Plath, Doogie Howser, and Paris Hilton? I can only aspire to be like them...
| Posted at 11:19 AM on January 31, 2010 |
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Cigarettes: 0 Hooray! I haven't smoked since my landlady's party 2 weeks ago. Although, I did have two puffs on Thursday night. Does that count?
# of times I wish I could close my eyes and be in Paris: 15--and I only woke up an hour ago
Favorite person I met while online dating: Seth
Two years ago I bought xoxolovemarissa.com. Two years later, I still don't really know what to do with it. It just seemed like a good idea to buy a website. Everyone was doing it! Ok, everyone wasn't really doing it, but a lot of people had them, and I figured that if I didn't up and buy this domain someday soon, one day someone else would and then I'd have to pay them $10,000 for a url that more than anything I should be embarrassed about. I mean, come on. xoxolovemarissa.com? People laugh every time I spell it out. It sounds like either the website of some Barely Legal porn star, or one of Miley Cyrus' adolescent girlfriends. But it's how I've signed every letter I ever write someone near and dear to me since I can remember. It's kinda my thing, I guess you could say. So it only seemed appropriate that I would make it my website address.
I used to write in an online journal (the kids today call them blogs) way before online journaling was even cool. I mean, it was starting to get popular. There were websites like easyjournal and livejournal but I don't think wordpress or blogger existed yet. I had quite a following too. Mostly because I had become obsessed with online dating and would go on a date with a different random (that's what I called the men I met online) every night of the week. I'd then come home and usually write about my experience. Oh my god, I had so much damn fun! If you've never tried online dating you have to. It should be one of the seven wonders of the modern world. Right up there with visiting the pyramids and walking through Stonehenge. I had a friggin blast! The only problem though was that I became way too obsessed with it. In fact, one could suggest that perhaps I was out of control and needed an intervention. In fact, an intervention is what my friends intended to have with me if it wasn't for the fact that I finally met someone (not online if you can believe that!) and so I had to stop online dating. But even now I think about it. Just the other day I was sitting in the studio and was trying to locate one of my show's listeners on AshleyMadison.com. I had heard that Captain Rob was on AshleyMadison so I wanted to find his profile and just check it out. (Side note: Captain Rob is not really a captain, but he insists that he be called that. So naturally, I am happy to comply). But then I discovered that if I wanted to find him on there I would have to sign up for a free account--which of course, I can't do. I thought about it for a few minutes, and then again when I got home, and here I am thinking about it now. But if I sign up for an account it will be all down hill from here. I have 5 years of sobriety when it comes to online dating. I can't fall off the wagon now.
So since I won't allow myself to get in to online dating anymore, I don't really know what the theme of these journals will be. I guess they will just be about me, my life, and the people I know. I'm sure I can make that a little exciting. And if not, then I guess I'll just have to get myself in to a little bit of trouble to give you something interesting to read. And why not, really? You only live once.
You have to count on living every single day in a way you believe will make you feel good about your life--
so that if it were over tomorrow, you'd be content with yourself.
~Jane Seymour