The Internet Personified: Happy anniversary to us!
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Friends, it's been a whole year since I started this weird little newsletter project and thank you all for staying with me and not unsubscribing! (I bet as I type this, some of you will be all like, "A year of this? Quick, where's the unsubscribe button?" *sigh*) I started by signing up 25 of my friends (hi guys, I love you), and over the past year, that number has gone up to 153, where it seems to be currently staying static. Some people have written back to me saying how much they like this or that, and I would love to hear from you all: what do you want more of? Less of? Is once a week too much? Let me know, and I will attempt to work in all your requests. What I like about newsletter-ing is that it reminds me of the good old days of the blog. A friend described it as such in fact, "like the Compulsive Confessor grown up." Which I guess I am. Most days. Some days I'm only 19 in my head. (19 is the age I stay static at. In my BRAIN, ie. In my soul, I am about ten.)
The Internet Personified: Happy anniversary to us!
The Internet Personified: Happy anniversary…
The Internet Personified: Happy anniversary to us!
Friends, it's been a whole year since I started this weird little newsletter project and thank you all for staying with me and not unsubscribing! (I bet as I type this, some of you will be all like, "A year of this? Quick, where's the unsubscribe button?" *sigh*) I started by signing up 25 of my friends (hi guys, I love you), and over the past year, that number has gone up to 153, where it seems to be currently staying static. Some people have written back to me saying how much they like this or that, and I would love to hear from you all: what do you want more of? Less of? Is once a week too much? Let me know, and I will attempt to work in all your requests. What I like about newsletter-ing is that it reminds me of the good old days of the blog. A friend described it as such in fact, "like the Compulsive Confessor grown up." Which I guess I am. Most days. Some days I'm only 19 in my head. (19 is the age I stay static at. In my BRAIN, ie. In my soul, I am about ten.)