on googling yourself.

do you ever google yourself?

if you're anything like me, you have the unfortunate combination of a relatively common name and no major life achievements.  so anytime i want to look myself up, all i find is a link to my home address on whitepages.com and links to doppelgangers who are much more successful than me.  and those sara(h) rays are jerks.

take a look at this jerk.

she's a too-cute-for-her-own-good illustrator whose art skillz are enviable. 

and then there's this jerk.

impostor sarah owns a landscape design business in san francisco.  and from the looks of it, she's good at it.  meanwhile, i've had a dead fern hanging by my front door since august and a busted garden hose in my backyard for 3 years.

all i know about this sarah is that she runs down trails.  and for that i have no other choice but to hate her.

the internet really hurt my feelings when this picture of honey boo boo popped up in a google image search using my name...

what the hell, internet?