October 26
 

Every day I take about 15 cell phone photographs of myself and the world around me, and I every day I throw most of them away.  Because they suck.  And yes, that IS a Star Wars calender behind me.  No, it is not my desk.  See the crazy look in my eye?  That's why I throw most of the photos away.
 
 
 
 

If you've been keeping track, you'd know that August was the 5th year I've written this.  Five years is a very long time and I'm tired.  I'm running out of shit to talk about.  This isn't me leading up to ending my page, but I'm asking you all for help.  I've seen other writers ask their readers to send in questions for them to answer and lo and behold, there's an entry filled with wacky hijinx and antics.  Folks, I know you're out there.  I check my stats sometimes.  People still read me (and for that I'm sort of sorry.  I really had no right to assault you with my last entry about ponchos and Tubby Girl Clothes, and yet I did, so there you go).  So, do a floundering woman a favor.  Send me in some questions.  Is there something you've always wanted to know about me?  Is there a person I used to write about but don't anymore you're just dying to be re-introduced to?  Is there some personality quirk of mine you find irritating and needs to grill me over?  Want to know how I feel about something?  Come on! Ask me!  If I can get together between 15 and 20 questions (I'm pretty sure it'll be a miracle if I get two, but I'll dream big), I'll have at LEAST an entry!  I'll even put in an easy to click (and easy for spam crawlers to take!  [I'm willing to get MORE SPAM for a new entry. Clearly, I am desperate]) email address with a subject all built in for your clicking pleasure!
 

Consider carefully and then hit me up here.
 

Nasty questions will be thoughtfully considered, but not definitely answered.  I'll leave the definition of nasty up to you, gentle friend.
 
 

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