Because this is what the cool kids do

As I am ever-inspired by my good friend Ashley Welch, I have created a blog on blogger.com, namely to comment upon her posts and annoy her. Unfortunately for me, however, someone has stolen the user name that I usually plug into these sites: iluvpink. To my horror, the owner of "iluvpink" has but one six-year-old post. Worse still is the fact that it is in grammatical disarray, and she continues to refer to her Blogger as a "blorg." BLORG. With an "r." I would blame it on the new Facebook option to view the social networking site in "pirate" English, but I don't even think Facebook existed six years ago. This offense will haunt me, and I think I will e-mail blogger about it.

So I've settled on my second choice, pink-ladi. Why would I be set on these two names? What few people know about me is that I used to have two websites: iluvpink.com and pink-ladi.net. Endless hours of tinkering and HTML encoding went into these sites, but I simply got busy and couldn't keep up with the traffic and demand. It seems that I always get busy. Even the fortune cookie I opened last night took a jab at me for this problem. "If you don't have time to live your life now, when do you?" it read. I don't know, fortune cookie gods. I don't know (see photo for proof of the fortune's existence; I'm not foolin').

In contrast to my bookwormy, reclusive demeanor, I've always had quite the extensive clandestine internet life (I'm even a closet-vlogger with about 180 fans [shhhh!]). I've kept innumerable journals, some using my own name, others under my alias, but I've abandoned them. A break from them is a break from my past. I'm not the same person I was when I started those journals, and they contain too many painful memories. I can't bring myself to reread the words of the broken girl who cried herself to sleep when some worthless jerk broke her heart. Why relive the flashes of jealousy she chronicled in her secret blog site two years ago? That girl is tired of living in the peaks and troughs of emotion and now seeks shelter in the throes of passion that accompany a life lead by love. This time, though, her heart will be guided by a true, real, and unshakable love that can never steer her off course. That love is the love she has for her friends, family, and herself. If a man dares seek her affection, they must go through her front line before reaching her. Friends, then family, then Amanda.

Don your helmets. It's time to play.