Nice Work Team

Oh kiddies. You make me so proud, you really do. Reading little old me like you do. 15 clickety-clicks a day! This may not seem like much to those corporate bloggers who sold their souls for gold teeth (not that I'm bitter or anything) but to me, it means ever so much.

Thus, I am putting forth an incentive. The big 1000. It is my Everest, you are my loyal mountain climbers (bitches) and I will you to go forth and climb, climb little minions, until you reach the ultimate. Three zeros, baby, three zeros.

As to why I am talking like a cross between an 18th century maiden and Kenickie from Grease, I am not sure. Embrace it, I guess.

It occurs to me that some of you (Ashleigh) will reach the TRIPLEOH mark just by clicking refresh a bunch of times. I just want to say that I totally approve. Makes me feel like a cool kid.

Gah. I have fallen into the trap, I think, of thinking that every post must contain something special or exciting. I really should realise that I am not a very special or exciting person. I should go drag racing or film an interpretive dance or something for you, but I am afraid I do not love you that much.

Another thing. No-one should be forced to write 11 pages in two hours. Just MEAN.

Well, ciao for niao.


No, you know what, I will stay. Because a) there have been 2 rants in a row with NO PICTURES and b) I have a new obsession. Yes, they come and go quickly.

So here is a picture.

The wrinkles around the paws make me want to die of cuteness. Fact.

ALSO, my new obsession is Olivia Wilde. LOOK.

EXCEPT sadly, the linkyness is not working. SO HERE.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEQUmGeTxAA&feature=related

BYE FOR REAL.