Like the boy bands of yesteryear, or the hooker on the street corner who’s looking a little too old, I feel I’ve entered the dreaded d-list of bloggers.
You never expect to be there, and it sneaks up on you quietly. But once you’re there, you know it. You look around at the other d-listers and nod to one another. In fact, I was chatting with a fellow friend and blogger yesterday, and I think we both knew our fate.
So how does someone get on the d-list? Maybe they post one too many articles about dust bunnies, or wait 25 days between posts. Maybe they ramble on and on about the same old shit.
At first, you’re in denial. You reminisce about the days when you were bringing on your A-game, posting hilarious topics that were witty and bold.
My best posts were the ones that were a little rude, a little sarcastic, and sometimes a little off the wall. But I’m not rude anymore. In fact, I have no desire to be cruel or catty. Thus, I lost my pizazz. Sure, a nice blogger makes the world a better place. But who cares? People like drama.
Maybe I should start a feud with a fellow blogger. Hmmm…. who should I pick? I guess I could write someone’s name on a piece of paper and piss on it… Oops, someone’s already done that.
Hmmm… maybe I could sleep with half the other bloggers in North America. Oh wait… someone’s already done that too.
Here’s one - PEREZ HILTON IS GAY!!! There, I outed him. Yep, it’s true. He’s a flaming homo, hiding in the closet.