So, I log in to this blog, to see that I am at exactly 99 posts:
I contemplate making a joke about “99 posts and a bitch ain’t one”, but firstly, that would have been inappropriate because I’m almost always kind of a betch in my posts. Secondly, a “bitch” may not have been one of my posts, but a “ho” certainly was (or an e-pimper of one) via this site in my comment requests:
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And finally, seeing as a bitch wasn’t among my 99 posts, I decided to leave you with one. It’s my bitch, and coincidentally enough, she’s in her goose down vest, dancing for a dollar:
In the mid day of Christmas, my family gave to me,
The usual breed of crazy:
♪ ♪ ♫
One tipsy sister,
Two lovely parents,
Three escapes to the loo (phoning Rich for rescue),
Four silver earrings,
Five bottles of wine
Six bottles, actually,
Seven hours procrastinating,
Eight treats for Minnie (who danced for some money),
Nine gifts from Ashley,
Teeeen family rowwwwwws,
Eleven – when I left,
Twelve – when I slept (That’s an estimate)
And an alarm ringing at five A.M. for meeeeee ♪♫
xoxo
<3~A