My internet connection at home is STILL FREAKIN’ DOWN, which means I’m posting fast and furiously from work again. I had no idea I was so damn dependent on it until it stopped working Friday. Frustrated doesn’t BEGIN to describe.
Because I have so much rattling around in my head this week. Like gold-dipped animal penis earrings. And teenage memories. And the stray cat that lives under my porch. And ghost stories.
And my troll impersonator.
Seems the fabulous Toostie Farklepants has herself a nasty troll problem. Apparently so do I, because said troll is going by MommyPie. Which blows because I SO don’t want to be confused with someone who obviously has too much time on their hands (I DON’T), doesn’t play well with others (I DO), and so clearly needs to get laid. (Er …)
Or, as Sweet Tootsie more eloquently put it, “Someone needs a hug.” *snort*
Because seriously, I HATE conflict. I avoid it like gas station toilet seats on a road trip. I prefer peeing on the side of the road, under a bridge, thank you very much. Which, wait … is where the trolls hang out, right? Dammit. Apparently the chances of contracting a communicable disease are less at Conoco than at underpass pit stops.
SO much drama in Bloggywood lately. Oiy.
Which brings me to one last important matter before I get fired.
BlogHer. Not going. You? If my internet connection ever decides to come back, I’ll be throwing a little get-together for all us Bloghernots.
Wanna come? Let me know and I’ll put you on the list. Seriously, it’s gonna be a blast.
*she says in high-pitched squeal*