So, yesterday, Katherine was kind enough to tag me as an Honest Weblog Blogger or some such thingy. Basically, I think this means she knows waaaaayyyy too much about me from reading my wee corner of the interwebs. Coolio.
Keeping in fashion, I’ve been instructed to tag seven blogs that I find to be way too open and personal for the average joe’s comfort zone (it’s TMI week, after all! Says me). At least, that’s how I’ve decided to read it.
Additional Rules (borrrrrringggg): Apparently then I go and tell them in their comments that this has been done, and they are supposed to list their 7 choices and tag them in THEIR comments, and so on and so forth. (Ed. note: I will in NO WAY take it personally if you decide to completely ignore this. We can just pretend it never happened. Like that thing with the tranny in Atlantic City.)
So here goes, seven blogs that I think share more than we ever needed to know about them, and I absolutely love it:
Makeup Text: Oh, Julie, I know more about you than Bill Gates knows about computers. And I love every messy second of it. Keep it coming, chica.
Fearless in Toronto: I have nothing but admiration for this uber strong and courageous lady as she sets out on her own, leaving a crappy marriage in the dust. Preach.
Bread & Cheese: Makes me snarf my coffee each morning with giggles of delight. You make me squee in my pants, woman.
It’s Toasted: Yes, I’m biased, seeing as I’m sleeping with one or both of the authors (YOU don’t know), but I don’t think anyone could deny that the entire theme of their blog is basically TMI. Keep bringing the dirt.
DC Damsel: Absolutely hilarious and no holds barred. I may or may not have done a happy dance when I met her completely by accident.
Skintering Hearts: Brookem, would it totally freak you out if I told you I wanted to have a play date where we sat on my couch, gorging ourselves on Chinese food and wine and watching old Saved by the Bell reruns all night? Yes? Oh, I’m totally not saying that at all. That would be so weird. You’re great!
Culinary Couture: Lem, this is totes because I know you’ll hate me for this. And for leaving me alone to suffer at work on Fridays. Smooches!
There ya go, suckas. You’ve been tagged. In the FACE! Boo yah!
Alright, childrens. Back to pretending to work (AKA it’s Friday wheeeeeeeee!!!)
{ 22 comments }
hahaha TMI from me? nahhhh I’ll have to post the story you and Lem heard about me and my ex. things might be taking a turn.
ha, i dont know if this little award thingy is a good thing or not, but ill take it. and thank you. and watching old sbtb episodes (jessie’s dad got married yesterday) whilst drinking lotsa wine and eating chinese sounds damn delightful.
xo
Me? Overshare? NEVER.
Thanks, whore.
Times like this I’m glad I don’t disclose very much. Then again, even if I did and you tagged me, I’d have no choice but to give you a blog whoopin’.
Truth.
J: I demand that you tell that story immediately. It made me pee my- oh wait… don’t want to give it away…
Brookem: I may have just made popcorn.
Lem: Maybe you shouldn’t leave me to my own devices on Fridays. LOOK WHAT HAPPENS.
66: You’d take my tag and you’d like it, jerkface.
I’m so happy that you don’t like my work. I’m too sick to be tagged!
Frecks: You’re on blogging sabbatical! Eat your chicken soup and hurry up and get better for next week. I need you in peak drinking condition!
i knew you had good taste in shoes…now i know you have most excellent taste in blogs as well…
cheers!
xoxo
The Blondest: Mmmm… shoes… I remember those…
Why did I quit bartending again?
…because it would distract you from keeping tabs on me while I plot my revenge?
I think it’s pretty hot that you tagged me from behind this morning (and I don’t even like it in the morning). And honestly? I think it’s hotter than the tagging I’ll be getting (aka dodging) this weekend. xo
66: I’m keeping tabs on your mom.
Julie: I know how much you love a morning romp in the hay. Stick with the plan this weekend… and leave the handcuffs at home.
I can tell you where she is. She’s in the kitchen making me dinner while I’m on top of your mom.
Oh yeah? Well last week I saw YOUR mom doing MY mom… oh wait. Crap.
You’re a dirty, wretched whore. A dirty, dirty wretched whore.
Tag? Who? Whatsit?
Ummmm…I didn’t know there was an assignment due today. Can I get an extension?
Please let me reiterate that you in no way have to do this. I was bored on Friday. (But then you can’t have any birthday cake.) KIDDING. LYLAS!
You are such a blog keener. I am going to give you a wedgie during gym class.
As long as it’s not atomic! I’m having a good hair day…
Why YES, that is a whoopie cushion on your chair… pay no attention…
Aww I am getting sad. My first two years I would have won this by a landslide…Soon my love…soon.
Kass: Believe me, if it were awarded based on Gchats, you would have SO won. Love you babe!
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