I’m sort of getting bored of all my secrecy. I’m preeeeeetty positive that everyone that reads my blog knows who I am, or at least isn’t some horribly scary stalker man (or woman, I’m all for gender equality). It also seems rather pretentious of me, as I am assuming that my writing is interesting enough to warrant someone’s devoted obsession. When I started my blog a few months ago the prospect of strangers reading my blog seemed excitingly dangerous, and the possibility of crazies coming after me seemed much higher, especially after watching Peyton’s situation on One Tree Hill (if you haven’t seen it, you MUST). But really, I don’t…