You know what confuses the living fuck out of me?
When I get like 4 hits on my blog from a post from another blogger that is like, oooooold (the post not the blogger, and by old I mean not in the last month or so), and when I go over to see WHY someone would be visiting my blog from a post from another blogger that is like, ooooooold, I can see NO GOOD REASON for it.
Like, I HAVEN’T EVEN COMMENTED on that post, or perhaps I did, but it was a lame arsed comment that I lay awake cringing about thinking ‘damn woman that comment sucked. You suck at this internet commenting caper’.
Anyway. It confuses me. And confounds me. And confabulates me.
Like the feedburner fuckups, up and down up and down, losing HUNDREDS of THOUSANDS of readers, stoopid head feedburner confabulates me too.
If I knew what confabulates me meant.
And I don’t do dictionary type things where I am.
But I do knock up a fucking AWESOME header for Easter in five minutes that I had spare.
So, my lovelies. WHERE AM I?
A prize for the best/most creative/make me pee AND spurt latte out my nose answer. Or even the correct one.
And Boxboy, you are not allowed to enter cause you already know where I am. Fucking cheater.
UPDATED TO ADD: There have been aspursions cast about the validity of the the saviour/savior and what is the correct spellage in the header of Easter Awesome. Moo and I discussed this at length, her being a freaking grammar Nazi and English Literature nerd and me having had a stroke and therefore I win at LIFE and we both decided that saviour looked too much like savour and that would be totally creepy. Especially when getting those little bunneh hairs caught between your teeth.