In the beginning...it began with a name.

It's funny. I keep planning on all the things I'll write in my extremely awesome and witty blog that all of you should subscribe to and read often because I'm just that aesome. Yet I find myself stuck on the dreadful "Name your blog" page.

Why sites make you do this is both stunningly obvious and deviously evil. One has to be entertaining, without being vapid. Memorable, but not in a way that will bring shame in about a year's time.
So what did I do? I turned to twitter for advice. (Can you see why I'm having issues now?) Since I'm now going to an event which will be discussed in detail in my second post, lots of responses are related to my boyband loving past (present).

"I blog it that way"
"as long as you blog me"
"all you people can't you read, can't you read?"
"blog me the meaning of being lonely"

Now, I want you to appreciate the awesomesauce of what I went through to decide.

"TITillating stories"
"iBlog because iBored"
"something about blogging after dark?"

But then the gay version of me, who shall hence forth be known as "Other Meg" came up with what she meant as a joke: "itsamegthing (but you're not a meg) #notarealsuggestion".


Sometimes life hands you a fucking lemon, and you look down at your hand, holding that gleaming yellow lemon...and you set it down and start looking at that tasty looking pineapple a little bit down the counter...but somehow, that lemon catches your eyes again and it clicks.

And BAM!

My blog has a name, because really...it is a megthing.