So here’s the deal….. I’m not a blogger. No, I’m just what you could refer to as “really wordy.” Being that I live in DC, that means that I like to talk and hear myself talk (and in this case, see myself type). I guess my sense of humor comes from being an only child. I grew up having to amuse myself, and hence, most of my jokes are aimed at amusing…. me! So if you don’t like my jokes, you can feel comfortable in the fact that they weren’t aimed at amusing you.
It’s actually fairly ironic that I even have a blog. I recall my 7th grade english/grammar teacher making me promise that I wouldn’t pursue writing as a job, since I sucked so bad (see??). Looking back on it, what did he really know? He was just an overbearing, pessimistic, pudgy, overly hairy middle aged single man with no life. I actually don’t even remember his name anymore, I just remember him shedding on me everytime he walked by my desk.
So, who am I? I’m a Jewde.
Main Entry: Jewde
Pronunciation: jüd or joo’d
Etymology: To Blog Or
1: a 30+ semi-yuppyish Jewish guy living in the city
I went out last night to a wine bar, and it was full of Jewdes.
2: a straight male Jewish city dweller who many people wonder if he’s secretly gay because he likes high-class music, theater, food, and clothing.
I’d love to date him, but isn’t he gay? No, he’s just a Jewde.