Filed under: Clay with tags: mishaps, musings
I enjoyed reading about what everyone would do with their hundred million dollars (or whatever currency that you’re all used to) lottery winnings, if they were to win. Seems like everyone wants to buy real estate and invest. Some of the assorted business ventures that I would try out would be a bead shop (although I’d probably end up using everything…) or a yarn shop.
But besides from my dream-like business ventures, I should probably tell you all that you may (or may not) have a new reader amongst you. Oh yes, I finally told the boyfriend about Imaginary Sunshine. So everyone, on the count of 3, let’s give a warm welcome to Clay. 1… 2… 3… (I’m going assume that you didn’t actually say ‘Hi Clay’ after reading the 3, because I’m sure people around you would think that you’re absolutely crazy, which you aren’t! It’s okay to talk to your computer, I do it all the time. Well, not all the time, but you know what I mean.)
It’s been a source of, how shall I call it, friction. He knew that this blog existed, but didn’t know what I wrote about him or the random crap that I may or may not throw up onto the internet for the masses to read. I mean, really, who wants to read about my love affair with cream cheese and how much I love my tea? (Well, I like reading about it, when I go back to read over things, but it’s also my life, so that makes a bit of sense, right?) I mean, really, it’s always been the elephant in the room. Like we both know it exists. He’s just unsure of if he likes the idea of things about him being put online. I mean, what do you all really know about him besides the fact that he’s older, a lot taller (and the fact that it’s a yum factor for me), the fact that he makes me smile and the fact that we have absurdly silly conversations? I may have commented on his taste in music before, but I’d comment that to anyone as it is.
So, I told him. Knowing that he was at home at the time and probably had instant access to a working computer and internet access. And then insert a long pause. And then he comments on how many sites I have, you know, the things that are listed here. So obviously, I think that he’s gone on and checked out this site. And I expect that he’s started reading about random posts about himself, or that he could comment on how passive aggressive I really am (and never really let on about). But it turns out that he didn’t. Not sure if he’s decided to read this, and I’d hazard a guess that this would be one of the first things that he ends up reading. Kinda lame, but, you know, could be worse, I guess. He could be greeted with a post going “Fuck, what the hell was I thinking?”.
That post is for tomorrow, obviously.
So, everyone give him a warm welcome (or not, I really don’t care which at the moment). At this moment I am not sure if him having access/knowledge to my website will increase the number of password protected posts. It’s unlikely (I do them often enough as it is). Granted, I might post less about him. Or rather, I’ll post less negative and public things about him. Because I’m nineteen different types of awesome and I’m just that super.
- If you have a blog and a significant other (SO: boyfriend/girlfriend, fiance/fiancee, wife/husband, dog, cat, etc.) do they a) know about your blog and b) do they read it?
- If you answered yes (or no!) to either of the above questions, how often do you write about your SO in your blog entries?
- How often do you write negative things about your SO in your blog entries?
- And if your SO knows about and reads your blog, how much control (or voice) do you allow them to have in regards to the amount of censoring in terms of material that you post up about them or your relationship in general?