Every once in a while, I click on the WordPress page that shows me who is visiting my blog. SOOO many people from all over the world are landing here. It’s so insane. In a good way. It makes me feel like I’m in a big giant virtual room with all of you just hanging out playing pat-a-cake and drinking Capri Suns.
Then I started thinking about how many people visit, read, and never say hi! SAY HI!
Also, it looks as if searching for my blog by name is a pretty common thing amongst those who come and read. Ya’ll know you can put in your email address and it will tell you when I write something stupid, right? Look over to your right. See it? No pressure but you totally don’t have to scour the web for me when you want to see what I’m up to!
I subscribe to so many blogs that I set up a separate email address for myself and it’s like Christmas every morning. When I see Mrs. D has posted, I have to stop everything I’m doing and read. I’m probably following too many because I find it hard to find the time to comment because of work and stuff but I do read and applaud your bravery in my head. It’s so helpful in my recovery and might be for yours, too?
Speaking of searching the web for my blog, there is also a tab that shows you actual search terms that led people to you. Now, I’m a little confused how this works because for shits and giggles, I put a few of these search terms into Google and didn’t come across my blog. But WordPress says these are really what people typed in to find me either on purpose OR on accident. Maybe they are using another search engine other than Google? I don’t know.
Here are my favorites (copied and pasted exactly as they appear):
going to the chapel and we’re gonna get married
ehat trains can i take to madison square garden
dress for krumping
crazy thoughts on friends getting hangover
6 year sober guy
he says am sexy when sober.
24 days sober
post acute withdrawal and jaw clenching
i tired now
Okay, guys! Have a fucking awesome Tuesday. Don’t drink today. Gotta’ go! I tired now and need to go get dress for krumping. BYEEEEE. XO