My So-called Blog

Blog, blog, blog. Yeah, I think you are seeing what I am saying...

So, another story that does not need to be told, because my readership (total of one individual--thanks for your support, you know who you are...) has already heard/lived this. Still, it is just too good.

I thought VegasBabe was a cute screen name. A bit sassy. A bit sweet. Unfortunately, my cousin did not think an unsolicited email from someone called VegasBabe could be all that sweet. She deleted my invite to join this blog, because as she said, "I thought you were porn."

Britney Spears (Oops, I said it again) AND "porn" all here in one cyber location... I see a future with drastically increased traffic to my so-called blog! Sweet.

By-the-way, I selected this font, because it reminds me of ransom notes and serial killers (not cereal killers). I thought my readers could relate to such things--feeling like an unwilling captive to that evil mastermind known to all as Underdeveloped Prose? If not, stay tuned for our next installment where stream-of-conscious-insanity, faces, off, against, excessive-use-of-unnecessary-punctuation!$%&! Same bat-time, same blog-station. Blog, blog, blog.