So yeah, domain names. Apparently you have to renew them. Apparently not with an expired debit card number.

If you know me, you’re not surprised when you popped on by and saw my domain had expired.  I have about $50 in overdue fees at the library and I probably just should have purchased that Red Box DVD of Adventureland at this point (WHICH I WON’T BECAUSE THAT MOVIE WAS ATROCIOUS.) I’m just…not good, at that sort of stuff.  Organizational Life Stuff.  And the worst part of it is that I’ve just sort of… succumbed to it. I half-expect people to shake their heads and patronizingly say, “Oh, that Jenn!” like in a sitcom. “What a lovely, endearing state of disarray!” It never happens like that. No one ever calls anyone a “whirling dervish” in the romantic sense, these days.   If you’d like me to change, send a life coach, Oprah.

Still, this blog is my little project, my baby. My little project baby. So you’d think I’d know better than to let it fall by the wayside for a few days, exposing it to predators that might snatch it up, turn it into something other than my witty quips and breathtaking photography (cough).  I’m not sure who would pick up theresyourkarma.com but I like to think somewhere in the world there’s a porn star named “Karma” who is just WAITING to stake her claim. On second thought - a porn star who reads Kerouac?

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