I am 36. There, I said it.

Dear Interwebz,

It has been five months since my last blog post. These are my sins...

Well, I really can't tell you all of them. But it has been ages since I've written a thing on here. You may last recall my whoa is me post about my girly bits. Sorry about all that pity party stuff. AJ has been MIA from here even longer. She is well. Thank you for asking.

Today is my 36th birthday. 35 was supposed to be my year. The year I got my proverbial shit together. Well, what fun would I have if I really accomplished that? Surely, I'd never Liz-Lemon anything again. I have matured slightly. Slightly, I say. We re-named our blog. I was tired of biting back at people. I have brittle teeth as it is. I guess I am mellowing out with age like a fine wine. And fine wine is my favorite!
I am still on the road to publication. No agent yet, but a few asked for my dance card. Do they know I'm a kick-ass breakdancer in my own mind, I mean right? Yo, Jay, drop the beat!

Maybe this is the year I get my shizznit together. Either way, it should be an adventure of Lemonesque proportions.