I’m at Target, buying Q-tips, cotton balls, and reduced fat Wheat Thins. On my lunch break. My one time during the day to buy Q-tips, cotton balls, and reduced fat Wheat Thins.
Cashier: “What do you do for a living?”
Me: “Oh. I work in digital ad operations.”
Cashier: “That sounds interesting.”
Me (sheepishly): “I’m actually a writer and actor and…”
Cashier (perking up considerably): “Oh, cool! Do you have a blog I can visit?”
1-1/2 hours later, thanks to the magic of Boolean algebra, I do have a blog. Unlike in my former life as a professional writer, no one is giving me money to type things that form sentences. “It’s so strange,” I think to myself. “Even just five years ago, bloggers weren’t considered ‘writers.'”
This is clearly EVIDENCE THAT I AM GETTING OLDER. Happy July 16th, everybody. I’m a
blogger monster now.