I shouldn’t be offended by this show, because it’s something for parents to keep their horse-crazy little girls occupied with, but this show OFFENDS me on a bitch-eating-crackers level. Probably because I can see so easily how it could be so much better.
I’m terrible at keeping a journal consistently, and I’ll probably be terrible at keeping a blog consistently. I want to say I’ll post at least once a week, but I’m afraid I’ll mostly fail to keep it and feel like a crappy blogger. Maybe it would help to set a specific day of the week as a deadline, but I fear that I never actually learned time management, and it was only strict expectations enforced by authority figures that kept me on track. I have lapsed. It was little more than a fear of failure that kept me from totally blowing off the papers for my senior year of college. I have emerged from my cocoon as an unimpressive and common procrastinator, Procrastinatrix lazyassicus. And I’m pretty sure that’s not as funny as I think it is. That’s gonna be a common theme of this blog.