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The Skin-ny

So I've been putting off advertising my blog on Facebook.




This is for a couple reasons.  One, I think there's a verrrry blurry line between good and bad facebook self-promotion. Two, I'm not sure if there's an unspoken thing about self-promoting multiple things, and I'd ideally like to spend my one token to promote myself as an actor, not as a blogger.

Buutttt ... I can also maybe turn my blog fan page into a Whitney fan page some day...

... Which would void the anonymity I'm sort of going with on this whole blog thing, where I can be myself but that's because nobody knows me, because I'm pretty sure there is about one person that reads my blog... (up until now, at least).  Plus there's that whole Big Brother complex I have.  And, honestly, I'm not very good at keeping up with things, so I'm afraid that once my life is more exciting I'll forget about it.  But ! At the same time, having "fans" will inspire me to keep writing, that is assuming that my facebook friends like this shit...

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Are You Afraid of the Dark? I'm the Opposite. When I'm Aswake.

Every once in a while, I wake up in the middle of the night gasping for air and focus on a spot at the end of the bed, where I see something that I can't really make out due to the fact that I'm most likely still asleep.  And it's dark.  But I immediately become afraid of it, because I already know what it is...

That's right.  It's a spider.  And despite the fact that I'm a grown up, I'm one of those 98% of women who are deathly terrified of spiders.  Especially when they're in my bed.  Because though it may look like a tiny little black dot from afar, the moment I see it, I see this coming at me:

FANGS.  Drooling.  Hairy little legs that scuttle scuttle scuttle toward me, getting closer and closer, and if it touches me I'm gonna die I know it I'm GONNA DIE !