WORDY wednesday

There are some things I'd like to say – out loud – that probably shouldn’t be said, but you know what? This here is my space to spew, so I’m about to.

Here goes.

I got a really sweet comment on my asthma/Horton story and no way to respond to the person. No e-mail, nothing. So perchance s/he really just wanted to share some info and move along without me asking a hundred follow up questions. Whatever the reason I'm felling all lost and in limbo over this.

And then? I see this. On a forum I've never ever been to. And I'm getting all complimented and stuff.  Thanks to my stat thingy for showing me the way. And thank you - random reader - for being so nice :p If I didn't have to create an account to reply to you - I'd say thanks there.
http://community.thebump.com/cs/ks/forums/thread/38211708.aspx

I ‘subscribe’ to entirely too many blogs in a reader and I wish I could get around to them daily, but I can’t and I need to not feel guilty about it. I read and comment when I can. I’ve met some super cool people who make me laugh and cry with their writing and drawings and it should be fun, not a job. So there – don’t be mad that I had to just clear my google reader the other day – the number 324 unread blogs skerd me.

That said? Those who pimp out their posts like twice a day-like on twitter-and say "have you commented?" I usually click over. And I say hi if it’s a good story. But there are at least a handful who never visit me back. And I’m oddly OK with that – just thought I’d share that you’re missing out on some good shit here :P

What the hell is the point of those word verification things? When you try to comment. I don't like them.

Moving along…
The Real Housewives has a new cast coming up: DC. And that crack pot who “crashed” the presidential dinner thingy is in fact a member of the cast. I think she’s a dumb twat solely based on a today show interview that I saw.

One day a few weeks ago I was sitting poolside and reading my USWeekly and in the back there was an ad for a blingy-cupcake-crack cover and I went straight inside and ordered the bitch. I had a COOPON! Well I waited and waited and then it arrived and the cupcake thingy was a little bit crooked. I wrote to customer service, asked for a straight one in exchange. Got the new one on Saturday and the motherfucker was broken. The cover. I’m pissed and e-mailed them for a refund and will tell anyone and everyone what a piece of shit it was but more – I’m pissed it didn’t work out because it’s a damn cute cuppycake! DO NOT BUY from www.fashioncellshop.com <--learn from the idiot. That's me.

I got a facebook friend request from my sister-in-law who is a total C U Next Tuesday. Whore, please. I don't converse with you EVER in real life. What makes you think I want your bitchface lurking my hotness and charm on facebook? IGNORE.

I had a dream the other night that I was playing this game that was a cross between soccer and softball and Hugh Jackman was in it as a soccer dad and I had no pants. That’s it.