Damn why do I open my mouth at all?
Like seriously, right at the moment I have
So this got me to thinking about what I like about a blog, why do I read some and not others. I can hear you snoring wake the hell up. This is interesting stuff people.
I look for humour (I'm Canadian and that's how we goddamnwell spell it). I want to laugh. I look for people that have an edge to them. I'm not drawn to the straight and narrow in real life and the same applies to my blog life I guess. The edgier you are, the more I like you. I don't take myself seriously, and I never expect others to take me seriously. Except when I'm being serious, ya know?
Reading stepmom blogs is what started me blogging. I was so desperate to understand this other woman in my kids lives (the stepmom) and why she said and did the stuff that made me want to tear her fucking eyes out and eat them right in front of her. Obviously it's morphed into something else and lord only knows where the crazy train will stop.
Goddammit this isn't about me it's about you!!!
So rather than dry hump the legs of the same crazy chicks I always do that have a bazillion followers, I'm going to list 5 that I've stumbled upon recently. And you should go stumble upon them too, because they like being stumbled upon. Tell them I sent you, because then they'll adore me and adoration helps me with my self esteem issues.
Linda at The Good The Bad The Worse
Some people can be described with one word without having to think twice. Linda is classy. She's funny, smart and so very damn classy. So henceforth Linda shall be referred to as Lady D. I aspire to be classy when I grow up. She writes tongue in cheek about her marriages. She laughs at herself and invites her readers to laugh along with her. I love Linda and I'm hoping she'll adopt me. (Terry and Kat are STROKIN the fuck out right now because Linda has already adopted them and if she adopts me too I'll be the baby of the family)
LiLu at Live It Love It.
Let's call her Epidermis. Go read her if you want to know why I've decided to call her that. I will tell you her post today was about ideas on getting out of an upcoming stint at jury duty. Her ingenious plans include:
- Pretending she's a contestant on American Idol and doing a rendition of Pants on The Ground from the jury box
- Wearing her cat around her neck
- Dressing up like the blue man
Queen at Queen of WTF
She called the sheriff a dumbfuck.
In an email.
To the sheriffs office.
Do I need to say anything more? I think not. In case I do, she hearts the word fuck almost as much as I do.
Let's call her BOS (Balls of Steel)
Sarah at I Run With Scissors
L at Tampons and Chocolates
Though L isn't a new blog for me, it would appear she likes to fall off the fucking face of the earth every once in awhile. Stop by and say hi to her, perhaps the pressure of a bunch of new followers will make her post more. Perhaps you'll even get emails like this from L:
I have been swamped with work, playing the role of a taxi cab driver for my kids (except I seem to be the one giving them money right before they get out of the car..WTF?), and doing my best to keep up with my wifely duties (cleaning, nagging, faking orgasms and such).
She makes me laugh. She'll make you laugh too, I promise. If you don't laugh you're obviously dead. Go visit Always With Wings and tell her I sent you (she hates pads).
Ian my man, I love you like a brother dude but this was one tough assignment.
So go - I want to see your fav five, fab five, funny five, five that make you go hmmmm. Do it or I'll sick Ian on you.
Oh yeah, one more thing....I'm pregnant.
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Check your calendar.
It's April 1st. GOTCHA!!!!
You so thought I was pregnant.
That would involve having sex. I'm going now.
Thanks for the shout out.. I also grabbed the sheriff by the balls and twisted one time.
You see, he was at our local fall festival. He was suppose to be there because my ex was stalking me and he was suppose to be there to arrest him..
Instead, he got drunk.. and my ex was standing there not 10 feet from us.. AND I GOT PISSED..
SO, I SAT DOWN BY THIS DRUNK BASTARD.. reached under the table and started fondling his balls.. then.. when I had his full attention.. I grabbed a handful and twisted...
NOW.. I HAD HIS FULL ATTENTION..
I gave him a piece of my mind.. told him he was to fucking drunk to do his job,, so get on the radio and call someone who could..
He didn't run for re-election..
TRUE STORY!
and I love the new nick name.. BOS...