Someone stole my name!!
or at least they stole my domain name. Sigh. Yes, I know. For years fellow writers have been telling me to register my domain name before someone else buys it. I know, I know, I know. I know all the reasons to buy it early, even if I have no intentions of putting anything up for years to come. I've heard it all.
So a few months ago I decided to be proactive, only to discover that some chicky over in England bought my name. What? How is this possible? you ask. Well let's face it, I'm simply not as unique as we all thought. I am not the only me out there. I am the only ME out there, but there's some other girl out there walking around with my name. How not fair is that?!
Now I'm into my summer cleaning (read: done with school for a couple of months, have nothing better to do, should be writing but instead am procrastinating) and I've decided to stop whining about the cost of buying my domain name. And at least this way no one else can buy my name
Okay, I admit it...I'm slow...
For the most part i have made peace with my slowness. i'm not slow in everything, just in somethings. I have accepted that it takes me a long time to write a book. a guy has to come out and tell me he's interested, or else i don't notice it. and that time in high school when they made us run a mile? yup, i was the last one in, somewhere around 15 minutes. No time was my slowness more apparent than yesterday. See, here's the thing. I have this wild idea that i can get in shape this summer. not that i'm out of shape, mind you, it's just that i could use some toning. I figure that since i have the summer off from classes, that i should take full advantage. this of course is why i was on my bike riding 20 miles yesterday afternoon. And here of course is where the slowness comes in. I think i'm riding at a pretty decent pace. my ass is going numb. my legs muscles are starting to warm up. And i get passed by about 5 riders pedaling significantly faster than myself. Now, i wouldn't take this so personally except they weren't the only ones to pass me by. It just kept happening! Which of course is why i take perverse pleasure in passing by the old people walking along the path. They can't keep up with me! woohoo!!
Now, just in case you are all getting the idea that i'm slow about everything, let me end that fear right hear. I talk fast, i drive fast, i read fast, and i listen fast. So there. i know what you all thought i was going to write. But this is a CLEAN blog. we're not going there.
