I must admit, this year, you were not that bad. When you came around last year, I thought you would be fun to try and I was wrong. You took the fun out of blogging for me because you made it feel like an obligation. I suppose that you didn’t traumatize me that badly, because it didn’t take much convincing to get me back on the bandwagon this year.
I tried a lot of new things. I made a vlog. I started the Saturday Street Fair (which will make it’s return, I swear). I used Sunday as an excuse to do my music posts. I posted twice from my phone, one of those times intoxicated which apparently, the people liked. I also started Flashback Friday and proceeded to show embarrassing child pictures of myself. We made history this month with the election of Barak Obama.
I would say it was a good month. You challenged me NaBloPoMo. I don’t feel like I’m in the habit of posting daily but I’m not going to go back to once every week or whatever embarrassing amount of blogging I was doing before. No, I think I’ll keep posting and on the days when I am too drunk tired, then I wont feel guilty not posting.
So there it is. NaBloPoMo, you did not defeat me. Bitch.