Stupid endings/laws
Hokey,
So, after reading far too many stories of companies basing hiring/firing decisions on people's personal blogs, I'm now making this a friend's only blog. I truly hate the thought that I feel the need to do this. This was supposed to be a way for me to shout at the world and who knows who might read it or care. The thought that someone could read some random bit of fluff that I'd written, find it funny, and keep reading what I write makes me happy.
But, right now, it's either this or write innocuous, idiotic posts about how happy I am with the world and how everything is just peachy keen and oh, my, my racially-diverse-but-equally-valid-lifestyle-choosing friend, you sure did have a great point about bunnies. They really are fluffy. In a non-demeaning-they-are-our-spirit-brothers-with-equal-rights kind of way.
Yeah, so for a while, until I can't take it anymore, this journal is friends only. Of course, the rest of it isn't, so there's probably more than enough in the back pages to burn me at the stake.
Cheerio, all you out there in radio-land.
So, after reading far too many stories of companies basing hiring/firing decisions on people's personal blogs, I'm now making this a friend's only blog. I truly hate the thought that I feel the need to do this. This was supposed to be a way for me to shout at the world and who knows who might read it or care. The thought that someone could read some random bit of fluff that I'd written, find it funny, and keep reading what I write makes me happy.
But, right now, it's either this or write innocuous, idiotic posts about how happy I am with the world and how everything is just peachy keen and oh, my, my racially-diverse-but-equally-valid-lifestyle-choosing friend, you sure did have a great point about bunnies. They really are fluffy. In a non-demeaning-they-are-our-spirit-brothers-with-equal-rights kind of way.
Yeah, so for a while, until I can't take it anymore, this journal is friends only. Of course, the rest of it isn't, so there's probably more than enough in the back pages to burn me at the stake.
Cheerio, all you out there in radio-land.