"That is so sweet. He really reads your blog? Awwww," she said.
"I know, right? I always forget who reads it. Like, I hope I haven't written anything, you know, inappropriate or whatever."
Right after I said it, I realized how ridiculous of a statement that is. I write about hickeys and public nudity, and the time that I dated a stripper. And cursing. THERE HAS BEEN CURSING. And not the nice kind like shit and damn.
If you're wondering, she did not respond.
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Nothing is a secret thanks to the www.
Freedom of speech, Babe. It's one of the reasons I come here.
Oh, and Andrew's dad probably has a pretty good idea who his boy married, and why. I know my in-laws did.
Yeah, I forget that my relatives (and family friends, too) read my blog. They'll start talking about something and I'll be totally lost, and then realize it was something I mentioned on the blog awhile ago. No matter how many times it happens, I'm always surprised.
And yes - I always wonder if I've said anything inappropriate, etc, too. :)
~Chelsea
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