Sleeping Blogs

Shhh!! The blogs are asleep now. They've all been fed except for one. That one needs a specialty food my brain isn't capable of producing at the moment. Tomorrow though...

Spilled Blog Food

Off to the cages now, people. Wish me luck. I feel like Harry Potter when he got his copy of The Monster Book of Monsters. What if he had a whole library by the same publisher?

Ok, I think I just wasted I (Heart) Harry Potter blog food on this post. Oh well. I'm a bad blog mama.

Blogging Is for Sex Addicts

Now that I've got your attention, I can ramble on about how I took a few days off to reconnect with my significant other. Yep, that's for sure. Life is good, but the blogs are all clawing at their cages. Actually, one escaped and is hiding under the bed. I'm going to have to chase it out with a broom.

If you see this and you like my blogs, or one of my blogs, drop me a line and let me know. Or link to me, for goodness' sake. Worlds have been won and lost for the sake of a link. Hey, if you hate me, link to me too. Then you can show all your friends how much I suck.

I Hate Laura

I recently left this as part of a comment on my friend Rhian's blog.

"I have to say, though, I hate Laura. She's so pink and fluffy and cheerful. I want to throttle her. I hate her and her royal pinkness. I can't believe she crawled out of my own head. I want to tie her up and leave her on the doorstep of the Sweet Potato Queens."

What To Feed the Blogs

It's the weekend. I wasn't going to blog on the weekends. But, like pesky children, they insist on being fed every single day. Sometimes even more than once. I can hear them now, clamoring for content. "Feed me! Feed me! Feed me!"

Blog Spawn

I feel just like the alien queen from Alien 2. Nurture the spawn. Feed the spawn. Coo to the spawn. Watch the spawn emerge from pods and attach themselves to the faces of unwary passers-by. Hmm. I wonder if blogs are actually supposed to do that.

A Murder of Blogs

I have blogs. Lots of blogs. I lie awake at night worrying that they will descend on me and eat me in my sleep. It's a bit like raising cannibal cockroaches. But I've started now and there's no turning back. Maybe you know how it is. Maybe you have a whole flock of blogs of your own. Do blogs travel in flocks like geese? I suspect they're more like crows and travel in murders. A murder of blogs. That sounds appropriate. If I suddenly stop posting you will know they lived up to the name.

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