An Admission

I have a confession to make.

I've been lying to you about my age and my gender, not that I've ever told you how old I am, and you've only really been able to infer my gender from my decidedly unfeminine name.

In reality, I'm a seventeen-year-old girl. I'm not proud of what I did, and I can only offer you an explanation, not an excuse. I lied to get ahead in the blogging game and to avoid hitting the blog glass ceiling. You know how it is for us women. But I can't take living a lie anymore.

Now, at last, you can get to know the real me. As I said, I'm a seventeen-year-old -- that's seventeen -- girl -- that's girl. A girl. My interests are cheerleading, partying, dancing, having fun with friends and meeting people online. I'm always interested in meeting new people, so if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, talk to me sometime, and maybe we can hang out or whatever!

Also -- I don't even know why I mention this -- I can do three-to-four-hundred push-ups in a minute. I can drink out of a champagne bottle without opening it. Pretty hard to believe, huh? Let's make our "date" (LOL! totally j/k. or am I?) a little more interesting by putting some money down on that. And do you know which state is the furthest east? I bet you do! Ask me sometime, though.

If you hear a sound, that'll be the other shoe dropping.

1 comment:

Andrea said...

On a similar note:

Dear adoring fans,

I've really felt guilty about the How Big is Your Cubicle? show for a couple weeks now. You've all said such nice things, but that F. Kaplan made me sit down and think about what I've done. She's got a point, and I would like to use this blog to officially apologize to that computer guy Shawn and to F. Kalpan and to that lady from the rent-a-car place who I lied to about that fictional stepmother and to the Mod Squad and, most of all, to everyone who reads this blog. I shouldn't have let those big, bad DJs egg me on and take away my ability to make my own decisions. In fact, I was wondering if we could all sit down and, like, you know, talk about my "misconduct" sometime. I like music, hanging out, and (shh! don't tell my folks!) kissing. Call me!

Julie (wink!)