The Blogs that I read say that it's "De-lurking Week." That means that if you read stuff on this blog, it would be cute to tell me. It would actually completely stoke my ego. Women often don't ask for presents, but I will be bold. Couldja? Wouldja please?
Since I use a pseudonym, I thought it would only be right for Readers to do the same. I know! If you lurk here, use a pseudonym to confess. Think of how truly worthy you are of a title. You know, Queen Sally, or maybe Ms. Goddess? Try making something up that is just stupid enough and/or silly enough for the Say Anything sorta theme here at Say Something, Sister. (Why do bloggers say "here"? I feel silly writing here here. Because it's not really a place, like Lucy's Femmy Cafe, or The Complaint Store. And it's not a piece o paper, either.)
You can post as Anonymous but make up a name in your comment! Puhleez? If ya can't think of one, try robbing from the annals - harhar - of potty talk. Oh how rich with expression that phase was: Madame Toilet? I Don't-Wanna-Wipe? Mama Help? Or maybe flatter yourself, since no one will know it's you? Diva Jane? Beauty? I.M. Greatfuck?
Oh okay. Did I mention that teaching middle-schoolers has brought me back to uncontrollable giggling over really stupid shit? Obviously, I made the point anyway. And I really am laughing at my own dorky self now.
Since I use a pseudonym, I thought it would only be right for Readers to do the same. I know! If you lurk here, use a pseudonym to confess. Think of how truly worthy you are of a title. You know, Queen Sally, or maybe Ms. Goddess? Try making something up that is just stupid enough and/or silly enough for the Say Anything sorta theme here at Say Something, Sister. (Why do bloggers say "here"? I feel silly writing here here. Because it's not really a place, like Lucy's Femmy Cafe, or The Complaint Store. And it's not a piece o paper, either.)
You can post as Anonymous but make up a name in your comment! Puhleez? If ya can't think of one, try robbing from the annals - harhar - of potty talk. Oh how rich with expression that phase was: Madame Toilet? I Don't-Wanna-Wipe? Mama Help? Or maybe flatter yourself, since no one will know it's you? Diva Jane? Beauty? I.M. Greatfuck?
Oh okay. Did I mention that teaching middle-schoolers has brought me back to uncontrollable giggling over really stupid shit? Obviously, I made the point anyway. And I really am laughing at my own dorky self now.
But you already know I'm here. And you know my name...
ReplyDeleteLovely Lucy---I read You all the time!! You are one of the first blogs I found that I thought---well---hey ---- I think I get this Blogging thing. While reading About Water Sisterns in East Africa is Interesting and Important, I did not feel---well--VESTED in the Upkeep of Irrigation Ditches, somehow. Not---connected to them. I am vested in your Blog, Dear Lucy. I will Endeavor to Comment More Regularly. The Anonymity of Blogging seems to be regularly Challenged by my Tendancy to be the Silent Voyeur!!!
ReplyDeleteConsider me lurk-free
ReplyDeleteHey, thanks for stopping by my blog and saying hello! This is my first visit here, but I am sure I'll be back! Peace.
ReplyDeleteI know you know I read ya and love it!
ReplyDeleteV I am curious but alas you are a mystery woman. Thanks for peeking in.
ReplyDeleteI'm another FOB (Friend of Becca), wandering over from her comments. Nice not-really-a-place you got here.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting!
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