Because I'm a total lemming, now is my chance to ponder moving my blog elsewhere. I subsist on comments left on my blog, so with Blogger recently TOTALLY SUCKING and not letting people leave comments, I'm getting more annoyed than an infertile locked in a tiny room with 20 pramfaces*. Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble, and if I stay there will be double.
Speaking of trouble, the maternal unit arrives tomorrow. As of yet the walls have not started weeping blood and there is not a gathering of wolves baying at the moon beneath my window, but there is still time for these things. I am going to have to hide all my blog-related links, and I don't know how much available time I'll have for posting since the computer is in the spare bedroom where she will be staying. Who am I kidding? I'm addicted to blogging, both reading and composing...I'll kick the old bat out of the room for awhile. I really do love my mom...honestly. She's bringing me presents, how can I not?
*pramface: A brilliant description coined by Popbitch referring to rough looking teenage girls that can be seen pushing any/all of their children round the council estate. The chances of a pramface sporting a Croydon facelift are astronomically high.