The following is going to be somewhat unformed, a bit meandering, as I’ve not had too much time to sit and think out every single word and phrase. For that I apologize (the only thing I’ll truly apologize for during this rant, by the way); I usually try to sit back and have at least a half-formed idea in my head before I start clacking away at my keyboard.

With that said . . .

When Chris first proposed this site to me I thought, "Cool." It was kind of a joke: small-time singer/songwriter gets her own website to update the imaginary masses on her every thought and movement. A laugh riot, actually, when you think about it. I’ve had this site for about three years now (?) and for a morjority of its existence, no one has really seen it. My friends and family, of course, and the occasional random person who would stumble into Starbuck’s to hear me wailing out a few tunes and hear my lame attempts to promote myself. But that’s about it. And since I’ve stopped playing live, the site has transformed itself into more of a personal blog, an arena where I can empty out my pretty little head from time to time so things don’t get so cluttered up there.

In the past year or so, however, I’ve come to learn that there are people stumbling across my site on a daily basis that have no personal connection to me. Complete strangers. The imaginary masses are slowly become a reality and that’s a very strange thing for me to believe.

I’ve taken for granted lo’ these many years that the people reading my little blurbs and rants were people who knew me, understood my sense of humor, and had an idea of where I was coming from. That’s no longer the entire case and I’m having to take responsibility for more than my bad grammar and typos.

I refuse to apologize for the content on my site. Everything on here represents the person that I am. And seeing as that’s the purpose of this site----to put Holly Riddle out there on the web for anyone to look at----I feel there is nothing to apologize for. Period. End of sentence.

I’m constantly putting my size 8 1/2 in it on a daily basis. But my opinions are just that: opinions. If you don’t like what you read here, then go read something else. I have no intention of being in your face about anything, so go take your face to some other place where I won’t bother you.

That’s pretty much it. I’ll probably come back later to revise this. I may not be in your face, but I sure am anal-retentive.

I love you all,
Holls

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