Three Snaps And I’m Off

Last Saturday I went through all the seasons of The McVie Show, cut-and-pasting all bathhouse episodes. You see, I’m gathering them all for, uhm, a special project. Yeah, that’s it. (Don’t worry folks. If it pushes through, you’ll hear about it.) Plowing through nearly six years’ worth (January 2004 to January 2010) of almost daily blog entries was a major production. It was also quite revealing—and a bit worrisome.

First, I actually repeated myself in some blog entries. A couple of them I deliberately repeated, but some I repeated without me realizing that I had written about them before. Jeez Louise.

And then I wrote about certain guys in my past, guys who I was interested in but for one reason or anoth—er, wait a minute! It’s always been the same reason: “Let’s just be friends”—guys who I was so into but they weren’t so into me. The worrisome part? While reading some of those past episodes, I couldn’t remember who I was referring to! Either they were that many (like, yeah riiiiiiiight) or I’ve deleted them from my mental hard drive.

Latsly, the emo posts! As in, ewww. I now cringe at all of those posts. Yes, including the most recent ones here.

So now, I *SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!* myself back together again. The Show must go on.