Since then, I’ve launched two blogs, been picked up everywhere from the Atlantic to Huffington Post to Countdown with Keith Olbermann, met some amazingly talented people, garnered more Twitter followers than the entire population of Hot Springs, South Dakota, got sued, got even, and moved 3,000 miles to take a job that’s largely focused on new media strategy. It’s been an incredible ride, and my head still hasn’t stopped spinning.

But in my new role as a “respectable adult” I’m under some obligations that don’t allow me to speak as freely as I’m used to, particularly when it comes to my twin passions of profanity and politics. I completely understand the reasoning behind these restrictions, and I’d respect them even if I didn’t as I am not especially keen to get myself fired and/or sued (again). But watered-down me is not me, and if I can’t tell Meghan McCain to eat an economy-sized bag of dicks in front of everyone on Twitter, I’m not sure why I’d want to tweet at all.

So I’m going to step back, drink heavily, take a week or so to think about the relationship between authenticity and new media success and consider where I want to go from here.