I am used to slander, lies, devilish tales and other generally duplicitous acts such as auto body surfing. I am thus not fazed by _____'s supposed "exposé" of my alleged connections to the organisms that populate Hipster River. In fact, I welcome his "exposé," since the flawed arguments he makes undermine themselves rather conveniently.
Other than that, I don't really have anything of import to say. As I promised in my introductory blog post, however, I shall treat such a circumstance as only a minor setback. So here are some things that are not important! Enjoy:
If you would like to browse within the interweb in lieu of finishing a knitting project, prank-calling a pet grooming business or brushing up on your idiomatic expressions of French origin, I recommend this website (Isn't the welcome graphic grand?) which I found after Googling the name of the author of my one and only sticker book, Cats at the Beach. Or you could peruse this webpage, a news item that might prove interesting to you if you are a twelve-year-old girl.
As you can tell, I'm still not well
It makes me sad to say
But when my strength returns, I'll bay
at the waxing moon and ring some sort of bell.
(That poem is my apology to you, especially for the second web link.)
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