YOU MAY HATE ME, AFTER THIS.

This is the post. If you can hang with me after this post, you’ll be with me forever. And if it’s just too much, well…it’s the internet. That’s okay.

First, let me say that I wish I had the writing balls of Naomi Dunford.  Go there.  Read.  She says the stuff that’s in my head.  In all of our heads.

While reading her post entitled ‘Go Big or Suck: A Guide to Being Unforgettable,’ I realized that I’ve been sucking it up.  Blog posts here have been tame, timid, useful, ideal for search engine optimization, and downright helpful.  For the most part, they lack punch, pizazz, flare, and the fiery slew of obscenities that comes out of my mouth on any given day.

I am a fiery soul.  I am passionate about many things.  I form opinions quickly, and can argue fiercely.  Fiercely and often.  So why doesn’t my blog reflect that?  Why am I censoring myself on a business-to-business level?

What if my clients find out?  What if I’m discovered to be capable of dropping the f-bomb?  The f-bomb on the internet?  What would my mother say?

This scares the crap out of me, but here we go.  I’m going to be myself from here on in.  You may click unsubscribe faster than your mouse can fly, and that’s cool.  I’m down with it.  But you’re going to get a lot more fiery bits mixed in with the helpful bits. This will most likely result in the use of the word ‘douchebag.’  And ‘douchebaggery’ and creative wordsmithing that is witty and a touch snarky.  Okay?  Okay.

::whew::