Wow. Apparently I think you’re all blind. Or slightly blind. Or have the terrible eyesight I have.
500 pixel mix tapes. HELLO!
Really, I just wanted to push that huge tape down a post. I have posts. In my head. And all you get is some hopped-up-on-pain-killers dribble about the Olympics.
That’s right. PAINKILLERS.
No, wait, THE OLYMPICS ON DRUGS.
I have a failed root canal that got an infection and turned me in to a 34 year old woman in the fetal position on the couch moaning, “MYTEEFMYTEEF.” It was so attractive.
I begged three dentists to DO SOMETHING OMG and one did. Anti-biotics and Vicodin. And a new! root! canal! to look forward to. I win.
I bet those skaters are hopped up on something. Something with sparkles. I bet they snort glitter pre-skate.
So in short, as a review, lessons learned are: 1. Brush and floss daily 2. Take Vicodin and do not blog 3. snort glitter pre-competition.
Just say no to drugs.
I came to the coffee shop to get some work done here and here and here. I got comfy with my decaf, sugar free, fat free milk creamer Americano (per this.) and replied to a couple of emails. I opened a new browser tab (thank god for this) and typed in “T-W-I-T…” thinking my browser would bring me to twitter from the history list.
I saw he was up for a weblog award and I clicked over to vote. Then I realized, “hu, weblog awards? Again? Dude. I NEVER know when these things are coming up. I’m like the weblog award bastard child. I’d LOVE to nominate some people, damnit!” This is true. Luckily, though, I went this category and saw someone I adore in the running (er, rather, lead). Then I saw she was nominated here and voted. And she is nominated here. And then it hit me.
I read a lot of kickass blogs
I also have a note from my mother.
(You can thank me for all the time you just spent clicking on those links. See? Procrastination makes us all work better. Not harder, just smarter.)
I have this hobby. It’s a little more than a hobby, in fact, I teach it. I make a living doing it.
I just wish I did it better.
I’m re-vamping a few bugs in this design here. (And by Bugs, I mean my fear and loathing of Internet Explorer.) I’m also working on a few other teeny tiny projects that I’ll be able to share with you again. In the mean time, here’s where this here website stands.
Ok, sorry, that was the short short version. Now? For the long(ish) version.
I’ve been keeping my fitness posts here. But that page is all effed up right now. And I still want a place for everyone taking part in the Weightloss War to update and everyone struggling or triumphing over their weight to confess/open up/share. Yaknow? Like, in private and with people you “know”.
And then I have activities posts here. But nobody knew about those so I didn’t update much. But I still want to. Really.
So (here’s where you can wake up again, shake off the drool. come on, we’re almost finished…) all posts will just show up here. Here. Right. Here. There’s a cutsie little icon to let you know what type of post it is.
I’ll still keep member fitness posts here. And you’ll want to update your porftolio when you log in. For link-ish reasons. So I can link you. Like all official. Members! Links! Randomly! (I’m not the first to do this. I just like the idea a lot.) Be sure to upload an avatar. That’s what will show. Like over THERE
< --------- under "people I read to be cool." So please? Avatar. Thanks.
Passed out yet? I'm not. I am still here, blogging on day Threeeeezeezezezezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Ok. I've officially bored myself to tears. I promise to do something more fun.
I used to talk about sex! A year ago! *sigh*
P.S. Lemme know if this site still looks wonky to you, would’ya? Apparently, IE 6 is a cunning bitch. We knew that.
Last year I watched as everyone played
I wasn’t sure I could hack it
This year I thought, what the effing hey?
Maybe I’ll take a crack at it
Day one and I’m here a-trying
to write a post in rhyming
It does truly suck
but what the fuck
Nobody said I had good timing.
(You can blame Jennifer for this. I do.)
(Are you doing Nablopomo? Lemme know, yo. So I can add yer bad ass self to my lonely ass online networking dweebness. Pleaseness.)
(No more rhyming and I mean it!)
(Anyone want a peanut?)
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