I’m looking for a new owner. Because I’m a blog. Not a friggin’ doormat.
Aside from being the mistress of procrastination, my so-called skipper is just too lazy to toink toink her fingers on the keyboard.
Gee, she can’t even come up with crappy stories even if she wanted to. If that’s not reason enough to run for my life then I don’t know what else is.
I have a huge problem though. The smart bitch didn’t give me her password. Dang! I said all of that for nothing.