I try really hard to respond to all of my comments because I
need love them. But I need your email address to stalk you properly, okay? Cooperate please!
Oh, if I don't have you on my blogroll just send me a quick note sayin' What's up with that, heifer, put my damn button up! Do not piss and moan to everyone else about it, send me a bitchy email about disrespect, remove me from your blogroll, and then systematically delete every comment you ever left for me. Didn't you grow out of that shit in 3rd grade? Fucking infant!
I love Twitter, I hate Twitter, I love Twitter...
Did anyone notice my first paid ad floating up there in the scroll box (top right)? Go ahead, click on it, I get nothing if you do but it'd be nice if they actually got something for their money.
Our house in Arkansas has been on the market for 409 days. We've set closing dates 3 times and obviously never actually closed on the damn thing. That idiot-box we call a mortgage company has no help except to say "you have to be delinquent to enroll in any programs". CitiBank will be my mortal enemy until the day I die and if I wasn't such a