If a blogger posts on a Saturday, does it make a sound?

If a bear shits in the woods, does the blog post still stink?

If a camera flash doesn’t go off, does a vampire still show up on film?

If Oprah leaves television, will life still go on?

If a 4-year-old thinks she’s grown up, does she get to miss the awkward years?

If the world ends in 2012, will my lifetime guarantee still be valid?

If I reach the pinnacle of my dreams, will I know I lived my dream?

If this makes sense, will someone tell me?

I’m a joiner.

Adam made me do it.

1. Go to the “Random Article” link on Wikipedia. Write down the title of the article. This is the name of your band.

2. Go to “Random Quotations” and the last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3. Go to Flickr and click on “Explore the Last Seven Days”. The third picture will be your album cover.

Dudes. I thought it’d be a lot weirder, but this could actually work. I’m kidnapping Aunt Becky and starting a band.

Photo source

In other words, just some crap & nonsense.

I’m awesome. On the internet. In real life, notsomuch. I’m a suckass hosewife housewife, poor $aver, and am all around tired. On this here internet, I’m the girl you’ve seen around, but are too afraid to talk to. Unless you’re awesome and comment, chat, or Twitter with me. Otherwise, you’re the suck say hi. I love yous all.

I enjoy strikethroughs.

I hate long posts. I’m sure there are lots of amazing posts out there that I could be learning some incredible life lessons from or making my belly shake from giggling, but people, if your post is more than 200 words, I have a hard time focusing. The shiney is way stronger to my eyes than your post. Sorrys.

I like rubbin up on. There are no less than 100 ladies and 1 or 2 mens I will be rubbin up on in July in Chicago. If you’re not going, you’re gonna get really friggin tired of hearing about BlogHer around the internets. suckit

I have a big belly.

I don’t measure my number of comments or Twitter followers or feed readers as a standard of my self worth. Just my measure of awesomeness, and I have a high mountain to climb. But if I reach the mountain top, I don’t think I could handle the criticism, so I’m happy with my level of awesomeness as it stands.

I started drinking soda again, but not Mountain Dew. I consider that my greatest accomplishment of 2009.