curiouser and curiouser...

why is it that i get a teensy bit nervous when sharing this blog with people i've only recently met, and yet i have no problem with its general existence on the internets or with its usual consumption by my good friends?

hmmm... maybe it's... personal? but that's so nonsensical, when you think about it. of _course_ it's personal. it's mine, i write it, it's undoubtedly in my voice and is comprised of my thoughts. duh. and there's really nothing on this blog that i wouldn't say out loud to someone in conversation.

and yet...

maybe it's the cumulative effect of a year and a half of stuff in these posts? because when you put them all together, you can probably get a pretty comprehensive idea of what's going on.

i am, according to throckmorton...

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all and none of the above?

or maybe secretly i'm not writing this at all. maybe throckmorton is authored by a crazy ninja assassin graffiti artist who lives in cheyenne, wyoming? maybe throckmorton is authored by a used car salesman with a receding hairline and false teeth? maybe throckmorton is authored by a genius undergrad in a fiction writing class intent on creating an alter-ego.

alas, throckmorton is authored by a silly 29 year old law student with a head full of stuff and a convoluted way of organizing it all. and with that said, throckmorton's author is tired and she's going to get in bed and read for a while...

adieu.