I ate another half a tub of ice cream..

And the worst of it is that I cant think of any­thing to blame it on! Mr.Blab is inno­cent, as I myself bought the darn thing. Nobody split their lip today… its no use.

I will burn in fat, clogged artery hell. Thats whats gonna hap­pen. With a zit on top.

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(They say cute­ness sells. Makes peo­ple do things. Reaches into their soul and thugs at it. We will see)

Thank you to all of those that took the time to vote for this blog. Very much appre­ci­ated. I really have no day dreams of win­ning, but reach­ing the first few pages will surely bring a bounce to my walk and who doesnt want some of that?

Here I should be gra­cious and not fall down on the floor grab­bing feet and plead­ing for votes. I should really keep my dig­nity and walk around uncon­cerned about it all, because its beneath me to be after recog­ni­tion. I should. I should just post lit­tle things here and there to „by the way” remind you about this thing that is hap­pen­ing, for infor­ma­tion you see.  I really should. Its what all these big peo­ple do. But why should I since its a thrill? At first it was no big deal, but when a few votes came in and we bumped through the pages, my excite­ment grew and the beast was released. We could be on the third page with just a few more votes and..gasp…second page with dou­ble that. Oh, the sparkles in my eyes! The tin­gles on my ears!

I like chal­lenges, so I will not pre­tend and play the proud dance any­more, because its crap. I beg of you! Be a dear and give this soul a bone. Chuck’us a bit, flick’us a bit (a wink at Mr.Blab, who should find a heap of for­got­ten emails and just reg­is­ter and bump the votes up for me, really, that would be a rea­son­able expec­ta­tion from the man I bore three kids to).

I will never admit to this post, ever. It never hap­pened.
Back on my high horse, which I strad­dle with my per­fect body and ride into the sun­set bounc­ing long curls in the wind.