First, have you noticed anything? Hmmm?
You've been redirected to my own, personal website, zeromusings.com. Oh, glory be. And gosh, aren't I creative with my website names? Allow me to briefly explain: When I created zeromusings.blogspot.com, I didn't really know that I was creating my web address (this is because I am a retard, in case you are wondering). I was impatiently trying to think of a phrase that wasn't already taken, and because I was pretty sure this would be a blog about nothing, I chose "zero," and because I would be musing about nothing, "musings."
So, welcome to it. I don't exactly have enough readers to be creating my own site but am I going to let that stop me? Certainly not. Aside from which, this is really my husband's doing, and as it affects little to nothing when it comes to this blog, I thought, why the hell not?
My husband had another idea that I pretty much put the kibosh on immediately, seeing as how I still need to function as a human on a day to day basis and am not allowed to hide under the sheets for at least 20 hours a day. You see, he thinks I should blog about trying to lose weight and that I should track my actual weight on it. Without lying.
I do not discuss my weight openly with people who are not health professionals without subtracting at least 30 pounds. That's all there is to it. And there are, perhaps, four people who regularly read this blog, one of whom is my husband. The others are close friends who certainly do not need to be knowing about my godawful weight. Egads!
Now if I had, say, a few thousand readers, I might consider it. Nothing better than humiliating yourself in front of complete strangers, I've always felt. I was a reporter, after all.