Ahhh, the perils of bloggin'

Why has posting been so sparse and slow? Let me tell you. I really wanna tell someone. Blogger has decided I must be a bot if post more than once a day. If I have the audacity to use my blog, I am told there is something amiss and I need to contact someone. Been there, done that. Many times. I wrote directly once and received a letter saying they don't answer directly, only they did, to tell me they wouldn't. Hmm.

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Instead of hiring someone to check if blogs are bot blogs, they just put in safety measures (but they can speak Hindi and set you up with ass ads). So here's what I've been doing. I put on a photo and a post..then I'm done, according to Blogger. Blogger gives me a bad cookie that stops all access to the blog. I must remove the bad cookie to continue. See, bots can't remove cookies, bots be dumbass's. But, if I remove the cookie, I am not allowed back into blogger until I reboot. No fair leaving! You be in trouble!

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So for every post today, I've rebooted. For every photo I've rebooted. If there's two photos on a post, I saved a draft and rebooted to get the second one on. I even resorted to bouncing a photo code from The Bucket, which will no doubt send me an email saying I overloaded their precious bandwidth because I am SO big time. Snort. Hey crabbie, the hit counter said 60,000 today. 60, 000...don't you wanna move to Guam? Hehhehehehh. Man, I'm a bitch (and a liar). But, it is a lot, which reminds me..I know YOU read here, now post. Dammit, if I don't get feed back it's like you're ignoring me and I only do this for attention. Promises of money and fame leave me cold. I just want to know someone reads what I wrote, even if you hate me. I really am that much of an attention whore.

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Like Scarlett said (no, not Scarlett Johansson, gowd)...tomorrow is another day, fuck today, take your meds." Isn't that what she said? Yeah, I think that was it. Blogger is going to kick my ass for talking about them..I just know it. Yet, I can't not. It's the bitch in me..you think that witch of the West was mean. I'll give you fireball, Scarecrow! You moldering bag of festering fodder.

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I know this is long. Deal with it, I have. To top it off, I bought a carton of cigs yesterday and they put them in a stapled bag, at the service counter, before you can look at them. Then you get to the check out line where they grill you to see if you stole them. Yes, pimple face, I stole one of your bags, a stapler and a receipt too. Anyhow, she sold me the wrong brand. Menthols. So nice to discover over morning coffee and a blog that's screwing me harder than anything The Blow ever snorted and bent over for. Then I got a lighter which is designed so that when you flick it, the flame is right on your finger. So there's an oven mitt laying on my desk. It's burned now. I am still calm. This is my day..and yours if you read here. Why don't I give up my foul habits? Why don't you go get in your car and drive it straight off a cliff. Cars are bad for the environment. Bitch.

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To the rest of you..thanks for putting up with me. Keep posting, keep writing..that's what makes all this worth it.