The day after I blogged for the first time in ages, a co-worker said to me,
"I read your blog."
I froze. Oh. Right. This was part of the reason that I eased away from blogging. Because there is only so much material that a person is comfortable posting and subsequently having brought up during a coffee break. I'm trying to be a professional here and all.
"Oh." I said cautiously.
"Actually, like 5 pages of it," he continued. "I especially liked Jesus Snail."
I un-froze slightly. I don't know why I worry about this. My co-workers are awesome. They're not going to be offended. I'm always going to live in fear of my mother-in-law finding my blog, but I guess I don't care if my co-workers read it.
Another co-worker overheard this exchange and demanded the link. Which I happily gave her. Apparently, as of now, I give no fucks about who reads my blog.
(Except my mother-in-law.)
(Seriously, if I find out one of you told her about it, I will hunt you down and STAB YOU IN THE FACE*.)
*Not really. But please don't.