I’m a little worried. See, I think I’m running out of stories to tell. I have plenty more stories, of course, but for legal reasons I’ve been advised not to tell them. So I’m worried.
I suppose I’ll go spruce up the 20 or so old rants I have. No one reads them, but having crappy writing online makes me cringe.
Which brings up a point: I must have an ego the size of a small war-torn country to have this page on my site. It exists off the notion that other people care one iota about anything I think about. How sad of me.
And yet, I persist. My newest goal is to get the planetclaire.org merchandise circulating. I’m gonna buy myself a t-shirt and something else this week. Sweeeeeeet. I don’t make any money off of it, I don’t think it’ll help promote the site at all, but I just would be the happiest girl in the world if I was walking down the street one day and someone had a planetclaire.org shirt or something.
See? My ego again.