My Random Blog

Good God. I just spent over an hour at the EntreCard site trying to “drop my card” on the blogs of people who have dropped their’s here. What a pain in the ass that is. I’m also hungover and lazy today, so that might be contributing to the lack of patience I am experiencing.

First of all, I don’t have hours and hours of expendable time. I didn’t even get through HALF the blogs that dropped cards here. And while I do intend to go back and continue, I felt the need to bitch about it first. I’d also like to note a couple of things that made me want to grow a giant hand and have a bitch-slap-a-thon:

1.) Some blogs are so loaded with shit that they take forever to load. I’m not waiting for your blog to load just so I can click your EC widget. If you have two columns crammed with widgets, banners, ads, buttons and other useless shit, I’m skipping you. Sorry.

2.) Blogs that play music piss me off. Either take that shit off your blog, or turn OFF auto-play. The second I hear music, I’m out of there. I love music more than life itself, but I didn’t create a little playlist of my favorites to force on you.

So there ya have it. If you’ve dropped a card here and I haven’t returned the favor- it’s either because I haven’t had time, you have WAY too much crap to load, or you inflicted your shitty music on me.

Now I’m going back to try and finish what I started. Or to delete my account. I haven’t decided yet. I need an aspirin and a nap.

Peace and quiet blogs that load fast.

I totally caved into “blog pressure” and signed up with EntreCard. I’m still trying to figure out what the hell it even is, or how exactly it works. However, until I know what I’m doing, I’m just whoring myself out on every blog with an EC widget. I’m a blog slut… but it’s ok because I’m letting other people be sluts on my blog too. Drop your card and, if you want to advertise on my blog, I’ll absolutely approve that shit.

I smoke too much. I have this love/hate relationship with smoking and I am seriously considering undergoing hypnosis to quit. I’m still in the “considering” stage, however, because what if he makes me bark like a dog every time the phone rings?

I am so excited about getting my new phone on Monday that I get little butterflies every time I think about it. This tells me that I need to find someone cute, STAT, and make out with him. Cell phones should never be the source of butterflies. Cute men, on the other hand, should.

I am curious about the other blogs that people who read MY blog read. If you’re reading this, won’t you be a peach and leave me a comment telling me what blogs you love to read? I’m feeling adventurous. If you leave a link, be prepared to be caught in my spam filter. But no worries… I’ll fish you out asap.

This chick cracks me up.

Peace and random thoughts.