If you're here because you think I'm (intentionally) funny, you are welcome.
If you're here because you think I'm (unintentionally) funny, you are welcome.
If you came here out of morbid curiosity, you are welcome.
If you're here because all the cool kids are doing it, you should grow a spine, but still... You are welcome.
If, like about a tenth of the visitors here, you're here looking for Camille Coduri's tits, eeeeeew! You should be ashamed of yourself. But if you want to hang around and read some sarcasm instead, you're welcome.
If, like about a third of the visitors here, you're looking for the picture of Riley that I can't seem to find to delete, you should know that you can't have him. He's mine. I mean, um, you're welcome.
If, however, you come here because you are a crazyinsanesuperpsychobitch (not the crazyinsanesuperpsychobitch) intent on stalking your exboyfriend, then please... Get a life.
I'm here because you are another weird ass Canadian who is very entertaining :)
Posted by: just a girl | Monday, 10 July 2006 at 20:38
And that is an excellent, perfectly acceptable reason...
Posted by: sarcastrix | Monday, 10 July 2006 at 20:42
the cool kids comment made me laugh aloud. (not laugh OUT loud.)
Posted by: thejerkstore | Monday, 10 July 2006 at 21:38
I'm not a cool kid, but I like to come here anyhow. :)
I didn't realize you had a Riley photo somewhere around here. Yummy. But I'm more of an Angel Stalker, so you can have him. Never realized the amount of Buffyish things you referenced on here, just clicking. Sue me, I'm not the brightest bulb, ok?
No wonder I think you're awesome, your love of Joss Whedon shows makes you an amazing person! :)
Posted by: cat | Monday, 10 July 2006 at 23:03
I must admit that at the beginning I did not like your blog at all (for personal reasons), but for a few months I simply found myself reading it every morning at the office (shame on me, instead of working, but this is the only place I have acces to the Internet) and smiling. Your office reminds me so much of my former workplace, where I had my Ferengi, the New Chick, etc. My boyfriend does not think much of blogging but he liked some of your posts.
Best wishes from an office in Budapest.
Posted by: Csilla | Tuesday, 11 July 2006 at 07:34
ohmygod, how would I know whether I'm a crazyinsanesuperpsychobitch intent on stalking my ex-boyfriend? Oh jeez, a whole new category of things to worry about.
I was always a Spike fan. Oh sweet hot blood-lusting yes please ma'am.
Posted by: astra | Tuesday, 11 July 2006 at 07:35
Jerk: You can laugh out loud, you just can't... you know...
cat: Congrats on the boobs.
Csilla: You want to hang out here, you play by my rules. #1. You address your comments to me, not him. #2. You sign all your comments with the same name. #3. You stop trying to garner my sympathy.
Astra: You can stalk your exboyfriend if you want, I'll only object if you use me as your tool. And hot-blood-lust... Mmm... Well... Hmm... Sorry. What was the question?
Posted by: sarcastrix | Tuesday, 11 July 2006 at 16:48
What if I think you're dreamy and I'm stalking YOU? Is that acceptable?
Posted by: Fade To Numb | Tuesday, 11 July 2006 at 17:28