That's right, folks. I've decided to POST! A cheerful post!
Today is my birthday. I am 26 years old today.
Meghan brought me a cake with 26 candles on top of it this morning. Unfotunately, it wasn't a carrot cake, but she said she looked for one and couldn't find one (she also couldn't bake one because her oven is not lit), so she went with what she thought was the next best: red velvet. I opened the front door with a toothbrush in my mouth, and there she was with wild hair and red T-shirt and a flaming cake. She'd lit the candles in the car. She made me blow out the candles and took pictures. Silly, Meghan.
OK, OK, so this is really Meghan writing under the guise of myblistersoul, because she thinks myblistersoul has taken way too long to blog. Blog again, already, C-Biddy. Blog away!
Today is my birthday. I am 26 years old today.
Meghan brought me a cake with 26 candles on top of it this morning. Unfotunately, it wasn't a carrot cake, but she said she looked for one and couldn't find one (she also couldn't bake one because her oven is not lit), so she went with what she thought was the next best: red velvet. I opened the front door with a toothbrush in my mouth, and there she was with wild hair and red T-shirt and a flaming cake. She'd lit the candles in the car. She made me blow out the candles and took pictures. Silly, Meghan.
OK, OK, so this is really Meghan writing under the guise of myblistersoul, because she thinks myblistersoul has taken way too long to blog. Blog again, already, C-Biddy. Blog away!
posted by cb at 9:22 AM
4 Comments:
The readership of this blog is growing disillusioned. Even restless. There are debates in the blog community as to whether the romantic fortunes of the writer might be bad for the blogging side of the Barnes operation.
Well said, Negus.
I think Collin is suffering the same fate as Adam Duritz of Counting Crows fame: his writing was much better and more frequent when he wasn't so bleepin' happy all the time!
You don't like my writing, eh? Well, I guess that was the point ... to create a super-cheesy blog so that he would get his butt on here and write something (to hide mine!). Uh ... much love, friends.
Alright. It's time for a black ball of this blog. CB, don't you realise the masses are bored at work?
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