I have no idea if anyone is reading this anymore. If you have been loyally checking back now and again I applaud you. At one point this blog was a therapeutic outlet for me. I'm glad to have a chronicle of my experiences during this time of my life. Now, however, instead of a creative outlet it's more of a nagging reminder that I should be posting and this girl does not need one more thing on her "To Do" list. I'd love for you to explore the archives if you so chose. If you have already done so, here's a brief update: Friendster Guy and I are still together and co-habitating. We are in domestic, but still unwedded, bliss (that status could be a post or two in and of itself, but, as I've just said, I'm done with that.) We're so domesticated we're in the market for granite countertops. We also just returned from an Aussie/New Zealand vacation and if 8 days in a tiny RV won't solidify (or destroy) a relationship nothing will. We're stronge
Sometimes a girl's gotta put on her big girl underoos & deal with it.
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That woman is evil. I mean, she's so full of vitriol and anger. It can't be good for her. She's actually the one that needs the...ahem...release.
I wouldn't say I'd pay money to see it because that would be just gross beyond reckoning, but I would pay money to make sure it happened. Who's with me on fund raising to sell Ann Coulter into patriotic prostitution?