Oh My God, I am the “Days of our Lives” of blogland

Let’s say, hypothetically, that you used to read this website and then stuff happened and you didn’t get to read much. Then you came back and Lo! I was STILL posting about my sex-life (and lack-there-of) and how my child still isn’t sleeping. I’m like a really bad soap opera minus the hot men and women that can’t act but have so much Botox their eyes pop when they smile.

Dayam.

I tuned in, briefly, during Jr. High to Days of Our Lives when I would visit my friend Mercy at her house in the summer. She was a complete DOUL addict and would watch it religiously. Then I grew up, went to college, and had roommates that watched it. The first time I came walked in on them watching DOUL, the exact same characters were in the exact same predicament. They seemingly aged “three days” in the course of 12 years.

I used to wish my life was like that. Now I realize it is. In the worst possible way.

It’s been almost two years since I started this website with a post about my boobs. I then followed it up quickly with the time I peed on a use pregnancy test and completely freaked out. Remember that? Oh, gawd, how did you forget? Then I wrote about how we never have s.e.x and how clueless I am with a tweezer.

And does any of that sound remotely familiar?

Yea. I thought so.

Posted: 5/2/2007