It’s nearly 7am and I haven’t slept all night and it’s all because Ginnie Ann decided to stalk me.
Last night out of nowhere, Ginnie started asking who my girlenemy was and what I had against March 11. I figured that unless she had been rummaging through my closet and stolen the lame, fruity journal I kept in college, she had been perusing through my site.
Up until that point, I didn’t even remember I had a site. I clicked my much-unused home button on Firefox and found that I hadn’t updated in more than three months. That’s a whole quarter of a year without a random rambling. How could I have gone so long without a new underwear story or a toilet tale? The only thing I found more nauseating than my lack of updates was the screwey, cluttered layout. I’ve seen IRS forms with less text crammed in.
I was all worked up, so I had no choice but to get ozzyboy.com worked on.
Now the sun is peeking through the window and all I have is a half-working layout, a sad attempt at a new blog entry, and bags under my eyes the size of Barry Bond’s head.
The next time anyone else tries to stalk me, please do it during daylight hours.
i do have plans of staying up, too. but not to work on my site - .... more like, making cupcakes and icing it all night long.
keep it up Champ!