My friends, welcome to The 2N One Year Blogstravaganza! I have been blogging for exactly one year and one day. I have made friends, lost friends, discovered new horizons, challenged myself, been challenged, been bitterly disappointed, incredibly ecstatic, bored, boring, happy, exciting, and hopefully sometimes interesting…and I have blogged about all of it. In the
Tag: blog tags
Andrew has ferreted out my secret love of blog tags, apparently. As did Fukendrinken, seeing as they both have tagged me over the last two days. Frist, the ABCs of 2N: assertive brat charming defiant earthy frisky genuine heartfelt independent joyous kind-hearted lovable maverick nymphean orgasmic provocative quirky restless soulful tenacious unstructured vicious wild xylophonic
Dearest Readers: Please excuse my recent laxity in providing bits of bloggity goodness for you to peruse in between things like work, picking your noses, and bathroom breaks. It breaks my heart (in a very limited way) to deny you these glimpses into my mostly deranged (and yet, according to Mestophales, spiritually enlightened) mind. However, I
Okay, so this here is my 101st blog! Celebrating the 101st because, you know, everyone does the 100th. And plus, I forgot until after I had posted the shopping one, so 101st it is. So first on the agenda today, is I need to answer some most excellently insightful questions sent to me by Father Dabi. Here’s the deal.
So apparently, some people think that blog-tag is comparable to puking in your own mouth, being anally raped while being forced to watch old Friends reruns, or drinking a raw egg seasoned with a little live goldfish. I am, apparently, the last member of the cool kids group to realize that tagging apparently is hell on earth. After hearing