Could I be a little less subtle? Not likely. But I won't actually mention it since there are people out there who have been at this much longer than I have. If you were going to ask me how I feel about blogging right about now, I'd have to say
TANGENT! TANGENT! WARNING WILL ROBINSON, TANGENT! Gwen Stefani is in the background right now, telling me to "Take a chance, you stupid ho." And I'll tolerate that from her. Only because she's the cutest thing I've ever laid eyes on.
And another thing. Is the universe conspiring against me? As I write this, my inbox is clicking full of e-mails for FREE WRINKLE cream. Are you watching me? How do you know that I am so vain that I probably think this song is about me, AND I stared in horror at the beginning of wrinkles on my forehead and was thisclose to spending $80 dollars on some Lancome Goat's Milk Shark Cartilage It! Really! Works! Wrinkle! Cream! Sorry, ADD girl the rescue. We resume normal program.
I really wouldn't be a blog if it weren't for so many of you out there. While I started out as a tiny little echo (and am now a small echo), what I have gotten back has been amazing. I know I say that I blog for me (with a name like The Comments Whore Herself? Bitch, please!) , but getting to learn about so many of you and laugh with you has been amazing. It has probably been what has gotten me through my not so successful experiment as a military wife.
I can't thank all of you enough. And I'm not being selective here. People who encourage me to write. People who link me. People who unlink me. People who hate me and give me 1's. People who leave me comments and tell me to suck dick. People who let me call them when I am drunk and crying and scared. People who let me run off at the mouth and use "fuck" every 3 seconds just because. People who don't get mad at me for being 5 minutes away and not going out for dinner because I can't deal with my family. People who answer my comments because they know I'm *psycho* about it. People who don't answer my comments. People who I know in real life. People I stalk in real life. People who don't think I'm funny but laugh anyway. Think I'm talking about you? I am. Think I'm not talking about you? Well here's a shock. I am.
As I told somebody the other day, "I'm just assing through." Thanks for making it fun.