In The Car With Paris Hilton.

Look at her there, all alone. She's calling me on the phone, and leaving the following message:

"Hey JW. I saw you made the site private. I was, like, so upset. I was thinking that we could go to the club this weekend without panties on. I've got this really hot pair of big glasses you could wear."

So I forgot something important. This month is when my column will be coming out in the San Diego Reader. They emailed me this morning to let me know that I'd need to go public before the release date of the paper with my first column, so I'll be back live next Wednesday, if not sooner.

Hey, did you guys know...?

There's a picture of Anonymoose. Hah.

Someone sent me this link on Anonymous comments on blogs. Who knew?

I am also taking the advice of another friend, EJ, who advised me to Let Go Of The Anonymous Business, Already.

And it will be a great exercise for me, letting go...an exercise in boundaries and healing and stopping resenting...these are things I need to learn to do, anyway.

So I am going to try, really try, to stop it with the slick comments to provoke Anonymous (practice for stopping with the slick comments to provoke Mr. Junky). I am going to try to stop looking at Sitemeter for evidence of his/her/their constant reading of my mess. I'm going to stop trying to figure out who is the Anonymoose. It doesn't matter who is the Anonymoose. Except for the occasional harassing email, Anonymoose cannot bother me now. So that is enough.

Sigh. Being a grown-up is SO BORING.