Wow, I just realized that I have slid past the 100 post mark. I guess I missed it. Wonder why…
Oh right, because none of you bitches threw me party. What the hell is the point of readers if they can’t fucking count and throw me a party? WORTHLESS.
While we’re on the subject – hello, 100 posts and I’m not famous yet? I’m not rolling around in a pile of bloggedy cash. Travesty.
Also, that’s your fault. You should be spreading the Free Therapy love like a meme, like an internet cult that gives you orgasms and candy. Honestly, readers, you really need to work harder on this. Don’t you want to see me happy?
Whatever. I’m over it.
Have Wills and Kate announced their engagement yet? I need to know when to order the dozen singing ferrets.
Tomorrow – there will be some poetry. Poetry about Unicorn Stud.
And his pleather.
Til then, hugs and chugs.