This Shit Just Got Real

I'm doing something I'm unsure of, which really shouldn't be a surprise to me. After thinking a bit about it ("a bit" for me is usually about 5 minutes, this time maybe 30- it's that important) I decided to buy a .com for my blog. So it's really weird for me to say that people can now read my ramblings by going to lolaloop.com. So yeah, that's a thing now.


Do you know what you're doing, maam?

Nope. I don't.

I may try to make some changes now too, to make the site look, you know, better. Good even, if I can give it enough time. But seeing as I've been blogging for over a year now, I thought I'd try it out. I know it's only been a year but that's a long time for me to keep up with something. The only things I've done longer has been to stay married and breathe and stuff.

I don't know why buying a domain name freaks me out so much. Maybe because it makes this more serious. It's like I got married to a domain name and I'm having a panic attack like I did when I got married for reals. I wasn't panicking during the wedding, just the morning of. Because that makes it better. Because I say so.

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I'm also super psyched that the first picture I put up of myself is this one. My panic attack gave me bad judgement. Well, too late, I'm leaving it. Deal with it future me.