>These are the days I wish that no one who read my blog knew who I was (but then, no one would be reading it, so…. moot point, I guess). I have so many stories to share – about people in my life, about where I work, about attempting to temp in the gap time of summer – but I can’t, because it could hurt people’s feelings, endanger my job, yada yada yada. So I toy with the idea of starting another, anonymous blog where I could post these things. But then I remember that 1) no one would be reading it and 2) I’d want to share it so bad that I’d end up telling everyone about it, anyway.
But mark my words, I’m saving these stories up and they will return – vaguely disguised in fictional accounts.
Or I’ll just write about them when the people in them die.
Whatever works out first.