Hi, my name is Alyssa and I am a recovering blogger about to relapse.
No need to call anyone.
CONFESSION: For all my snark, wit, brilliance and extreme modesty lately I find myself
compassionate um empathetic a gigantic simpy softie. Yet, reluctant in mustering the authenticity in revealing myself fully.
Particularly in this blog.
So we have a conundrum, and an explanation for the sparseness of entries in 2012, the best writing is real, raw, and revealing.
Oddly, I possess zero concern when telling a humorous quip thus embarrassing myself; yet retract at the possibility of wearing my heart of my sleeve.
Terrified of being judged.
Terrified of pissing you (the person reading this off).
What? I do not always have to be funny.
Additionally, my “thinking in blog” is out of practice. I can tweet or status update about my seeming inability to dress myself but those incidents do not a blog make.
Fret not; consider this me catapulting off the wagon willing to expose all aspects of Alyssaland.
On a bright note, tomorrow night Recently Single Girl (RSG) and I will be hitting a local dive bar for karaoke. More to come.
I might be rusty to bear with me.
The Queen of Alyssaland