Okay, so I'm not really smelly, but who, honestly, would choose smelly as their mood? Smelly isn't even a mood, it's a state of being! Moving on...
Is anybody there? Does anybody care?
I've been wondering who has been reading this blog, except, of course, for John and Ken (31). I thought I would tally the location of my readers and then if anyone pops by here and reads, they can add their location by adding a comment.
So far, I have:
- numerous readers in the US
- 1 reader in South Africa
- 1 reader in Slovenia
- Arica, in Buffalo, which is close enough to the border to be considered Canada
Anyone from any other countries out there?
Oh Happy Day
Yesterday was my birthday and I got my pink watch!!!!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!
I called my mom today and told her it was 364 days until my next birthday. :) I'm sure she's glad she endured that hard labor to give birth to me.
We had a little parterooo where I took every free chance I could to tell Democrat Groupie Ken, who will, heretofore, be known as Kenny, that for every cigarette he smoked he's taking of 7-11 minutes of his life (and this fact has to be true because the tv told me it). Kenny said he prefers to think optimistically: he's going with 7 minutes. Men! But he DID get me the watch, so I can't be too hard on him...
Speaking of my life history, I updated my profile: My Profile. Check it out!
Well, that's enough for now.
Quote of the Blog
Sam: About a week ago I accidentally slept with a prostitute.
Toby: [pause] Really?
Toby: A prostitute?
Sam: A call girl.
Toby: I don't understand. Did you *trip* over something?
~ The West Wing