So hopefully my yard sale blog will do really well, because it looks as though I might be selling ALL of my furniture and moving to Chad. I can live in Mongo and experience plagues of locusts firsthand. Of course I will blog about it, at least until I am killed by rebel forces.
Why move to Chad? I gave my new Gmail address out to my neighbor who sells Mary Kay, and didn’t realize that the name on that account shows up as “Michelle Cepeda” who, by the way, has been getting Googled lately. She sent me an email that quoted one of my posts.
I really don’t know what to say.
Michelle Cepeda is me, but most people don’t know me by that name. So I felt safe. I’m one of those people whose writing stands still like a squirrel in the middle of a busy highway if I know that someone I’ve met on terra firma is reading what I write. For example, if I had realized that my neighbor was reading my blog I would never have written this:
There’ll be no multi-level marketing pimpin’ over here. Unless I decide to become Mary Kay rep, of course. Any cross-dressers out there? You know I have to put my own spin on things. It would be fun to build a large network of shemales and then go to one of the Mary Kay conferences as a super-duper team leader director person and earn a pink Cadillac while others explode with envy, splattering the walls with NouriShine Melon Sorbet lip gloss. A girl can dream, right?
Oops.
I totally set myself up for this by the way. When she talked to me about Mary Kay, I mentioned that I was trying to make money writing. I mentioned a blog. Mistake. She asked for the URL and I said that I don’t give it out due to not being able to write when someone knows it’s me. I said I worried too much about the small community that I live in.
You know what? If someone said that to me, I’d be at the computer Googling their name the second I got through talking to them. I’d probably suspect them of running a porno ring of circus sluts or something. So I totally can’t blame her, because I’d do it myself.
So, this presents a new challenge, which is to not freak out and go ahead and write anyway. People don’t always get my sense of humor in real life, they won’t always get it on the blog, and hopefully someday I won’t care.
Meanwhile, I’m still trying to figure out what to say in “real life” so I don’t come across as a passive-aggressive bitch. Ideas? Plane tickets?


