Okay, this may sound strange but – I don’t read blogs.
I never did, actually.
I could not name one blogger when I started. It never occurred to me to see what else was out there. As my own website started picking up steam last fall I attended BlogWorld LA. There I met many bloggers and had a fantastic time.
It’s Friday night and I’m nearly passed out after many Papa John’s slices. Eating pizza is a great way to ensure a heavy sleep. However, I had forgotten to write my post. My bedroom now smells like farts by the way. One of the other benefits of pizza.
My girlfriend Jessica left today after a few weeks here in Chicago. This is a woman who I met through my blog (sort of), came to my parent’s house for Thanksgiving dinner on our first date, and now voluntarily chooses to share a bed with me.
While at BlogHer she stayed here in Chicago and watched the animals. She also took a day and completely re-designed my closet during which she found a bunch of my ex-wife’s stuff.
On the way home from work riding my bike ten miles I realized I had nothing to write about for tonight. This is not uncommon and often I sit in front of the keyboard for many minutes trying to come up with content.
For some reason this thought popped into my head seemingly from nowhere:
Just kidding. They’re gross.
At BlogHer with 5k women present, 4902 of them were moms. There’s a lot of oxytocin floating around in the ether. Wait, does oxytocin float in the air like pheromones? Just Google’d it. Nope.
Before you get all offended that I’m suggesting that lobster is, in fact, God herself, take a deep breath and relax. (See what I did with the “she” thing back there? I know my audience!) You can continue to believe God is Jesus, Buddha, Muhammad, or the Great White Buffalo. I’m going to walk a different path. God is the lobster I ate last night in NYC.
For some reason unbeknownst to me the site went down tonight. Worse yet I was restoring a backup (which is done nightly in case something like this happens), and I accidentally restored a backup from mid-June.
No big deal except as soon as I did that restore, my system just happened to do it’s nightly backup.
If you don’t know what this is, then read the part I post which will explain.
Then read part II and part III.
Tonight are the recommendations from Facebookers. Since I’m not sure if they want their names out there, I’m simply using initials.
So, as the title suggests, I have two chihuahuas sleeping in my bed. One is my own – Lil’ Miss Meepers. The other is the property of my girlfriend Jessica – Dirk.
Jessica is at a fashion conference and so I have the dogs to myself.
Dirk is rotund while Meepers is fit. That’s all that is necessary to say.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
