Hey, remember when I was in a magazine?
Remember when I promised I would scan and post the article after the magazine was off the newstands?
Remember when I actually scanned and posted the article in a timely manner after the magazine was off the newstands?
There! Now you can remember when I did that. Please look back on this past minute very fondly.
(Here is a close-up of the actual article, if you can break yourselves free of the hypnotic belly and would like to read the stupid things I said.)
(The ex-boyfriend-Google thing was a joke.)
(Except not really.)
(None of them have Googled me. None!)
(I believe they are all too busy weeping over their sad and pathetic Amy-less existence to get around to it.)
A few minor updates, of course: I am now 28. My hair is about six inches longer and Ceiba ate those shoes back in September. The site now gets about 4,500 unique visitors a day, many of whom seem to REALLY LIKE the refresh button. And that whole novel thing? Turns out that I have the attention span of an MTV-generation gnat and cannot seem to get past chapter five before tossing the whole draft into the fireplace, figuratively speaking, since I type it on my non-tossable laptop and also do not have a fireplace.
Oh, and I'm not pregnant anymore. That's a really good thing. Because damn, girl.