funny thing just happened… i was brought back to high school via email. i’m on the email list for our graduating class (i say “our” because paul and i went to high school together, incase you didn’t already know that.)

why am i on this list? i dunno.

how did my high school get my contact info? i dunno.

what do i typically do when i see these emails in my inbox? click “delete” and move on.

this morning, however, i received an email from a former high school classmate about my blog.

the first thing that went through my mind was “oh shit, i’ve offended someone with my language, my tattoos, my liberal, hippie-loving, cheap wine-drinking self.”

instead of hitting “delete,” i read the email. and read sweet words from someone i have not been in contact with for YEARS. like LONG ASS YEARS.

it’s funny when i think about who may be out there reading this blog, finding out about my blog from my facebook page, following me on twitter, etc… (enter your social networking site of choice here) that i don’t know about.

my webmaster can attest to the fact that i know NOTHING when it comes to tracking anything in terms of numbers on my blog… i don’t know my stats. i don’t track who reads about my insanity, subscribes to my RSS feed.

i don’t even know what a damn RSS feed is… except that it doesn’t sound edible.

what i now know is that people actually read this.

people read my words, and some *GASP* actually enjoy reading my words.

AND to top it all off, some of these people who are reading my words, i know… like in real life.

i have a history with some of these people. hell, i’ve made out with some of these people.

shut up, paul, so have you!!! i just made out with more.

it’s just funny… this epiphany that probably should’ve dawned on me a helluva long time ago, when i went public with my blog and started truly pursuing my writing career. i should’ve realized then that the words i write will be seen by people, including people who know/knew me.

but the vast majority of my readership who comment are people that i don’t “know.” i mean, we “know” each other via blogs, etc… but we haven’t made out… yet.

shut up, paul, i’m joking.

::wink::

in addition to this awesome high school-esque revelation, on this day that i received the email i mentioned above, my chin decided to break out in all kinds of pimply goodness.

apparently my post-sperminator, IUD extraction hormones are finally figuring out that they have been freed.

so yay for me… for acne… for growing the hell up and then being taken back to your teens in the blink of an eye.

and thanks… for reading… and letting me know. that’s kinda badass.