They say it's my birthday....

But it isn't. It is, however, this blog's birthday. We enter our terrible twos starting today, which is only slightly more terrifying than starting this thing up in the first place. Back then, there were no Junk Drawers, no desperate pleas for anyone to buy me things, no box office haikus. There was just me trying to find a way to say the types of things you can (and do) find elsewhere on the vast expanse of imaginary landscape called the internet in a way that's different from the other informational oases that you can (and do) also see them at. I still don't know if I'm doing it "right" or "well," so much as I've found ways that work for me, and it's all about me, right? Hell no.

I would be lying if I say this little corner of the blog-o-sphere has reached into some cultural zeitgeist and taken up residence in the general public's psyche. It hasn't. But what I have found are groups of people (friends, family, strangers) who have taken the time to read these scrambled brain ramblings, these self-amusing thoughts, and that has been awesome. Every comment from a reader of this blog is like a little message from God to me, and I can't tell you how incredible it is to receive one. With that in mind, as this blog crawls into infancy, I beg of you to tell me what you want more and less of, unless you want less dorky, awkward humor, because sweetie, that ain't goin' nowhere. What I mean is, "Lost" is over, I've been doing the same things for years now, and you're all smart people. Put those together and you get a scenario for suggestions from the people I most want to impress. You're all the pretty girl in the class, and I will do or say anything to get your attention.

I love doing this. I'm going to keep doing this until my fingers fall off or the internet fad passes like Prince says it will. Provided the Mayan apocalypse doesn't rain fire upon us, I'll be doing it as long as you want me to, and that's the truth. So, happy birthday Cutting Room. Celebrate by clicking ads, leaving comments, and talking about this crap with other people. Thank you, sincerely, thank you for reading this. I mean it, I love you.

Now, because I don't want to end this post celebrating this blog's birth on a weepy, heartfelt note, I will instead settle for something far more fitting. On the eve of this celebration, something hit the net that served as the perfect gift, wrapped in a pretty little bow. Don't tell me it's coincidence, I know by God that it is divine intervention that the first photographs of Natalie Portman from Black Swan just happened to hit on Cutting Room's birthday. Thank you, universe.

So, if you're keeping track at home, it goes thank you:

1.) You
2.) Natalie Portman
3.) Universe
4.) Tim Burton jokes

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