Reports of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated
Just so y'all don't worry your l'il hearts to pieces about me, I'm surfacing to let you know that I'm still breathing. A couple of days ago I learned that my Mom reads my blog, so I wondered if she'd call me to see if I was still alive, but nope. I feel so unloved...
While I was sick, I sifted through some of the Google searches by which many of you arrive here. "Martha O'Connor" + "Bitch," well, that's just a GIMME. I can think of about 657,984 folks who'd type in THOSE terms. My newest favorite is "album by Hilary McDuffie." Then there's always "my naked neighbor." I'm sure this entry was just a TAD disappointing. No nakey pictures here, sorry, Mom. Aw, come on. I KNOW that last one was you.
While I was sick, I sifted through some of the Google searches by which many of you arrive here. "Martha O'Connor" + "Bitch," well, that's just a GIMME. I can think of about 657,984 folks who'd type in THOSE terms. My newest favorite is "album by Hilary McDuffie." Then there's always "my naked neighbor." I'm sure this entry was just a TAD disappointing. No nakey pictures here, sorry, Mom. Aw, come on. I KNOW that last one was you.
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