For the million years, according to my husband, that I have been blogging, I have come across many bloggers that have asked their readers to submit questions for them to answer.
I have never succumbed to this temptation because 1. I am so awesome you should be damn thankful for the crumbs I throw you. 2. I spill my guts on a regular basis and you probably know more about me than my husband, and 12. I am a little scared that you will ask me weird shit or nothing at all and I would be all ‘damn, that was a bad idea no one really gives a shit about your opinion, or wants to know what colour underpants you would be wearing if you were actually wearing some, do the damn washing woman!’ and I will die a little inside.
Or just be more awesome.
I vote for B.
So seeing I have the most articulate, intelligent, really really ridiculously good looking readers on the web…
oh and BTW biatches, my blog host will be down for maintenance or somesuch tomorrow/over the weekend/some time I couldn’t be bothered doing the conversion time thingy, so if you pop over to ask your burning question and can’t, don’t freak the fuck out. Put your head between your knees, breathe slowly and try again in an hour or so.