Let's just face it: I'm pretty bad at whatever this is, News. I had kept you around for a while because I couldn't resist tossing up random little bits every once in a while in my more teenyboppery moments, treating you like the full-force blog that you never really pretended to be, but the problem is that I would always look back at you the next morning and cringe a little. In broad daylight, your face smeary on the pillow, you were neither as clever nor as interesting as I had dreamed when ...