Apparently, there has been some talk. Some nay-saying. A few allegations and some bloody well uncalled for references to my FORMER frosting-eating habit. (As if your dirty little chat room typing fingers weren't in there too, Houston. Well...perhaps you used a spoon. But a dirty little chat room...spooning...spoon. Take that!) It seems my incredibly supportive family thinks I will get lazy and cease to blog. Well go ahead and say all of your nays, O Sayers of Nay! Blog I came here to do and blog I will! (Cue patriotic music.)
Wherever there's a family doing their damndest and still not making ends meet, I'll be there!
Wherever there is a regular joe fighting for his small-town dream, I'll be there!
Basically wherever there is a real life occurrence of some schmaltzy crap Mitch Albom is probably plotting up right now, god damn it I'll be there.
I mean I won't be helping, I'll be writing blogs about it.
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seems to me that your family likes to do its persnicketting via mass emails addressed to innocent gals like me instead of the honored blog.
I heard the patriotic music---
PS where's my camera? If only I had something of yours to ransom. Oh wait, I have Even Cowgirls Get the Blues. Yes, that's me that's got it. (twists thin, waxy mustache)
PS that comment was of course from me. Why do I have to be bullied into getting a gmail account when I already have email elsewhere? That's crap.
nay...nay...nay. that's right, i said it and i'll say it again...NAY (much like meow.) nay what's going on here?
i would also like to mention that it wasn't a chat room, it was instant messenger. big difference. so there! and i read your little comment on facebook...why i oughta (*insert fist shaking motion here*)
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