Never To Make me Mad, or Else!

From time to time I take a look at my blogroll with fine-tooth comb. I see if anyone has offended me and I get rid of them. If they fail to make the cut with me, I like to think I've ruined their life.

To get on my blogroll, you must be exquisitely dull or it's good to be conservative too. You still never know when I may ban you. If I catch you looking at a blog where my enemies are, well you can kiss your behind goodbye.

I do so love the architecture that is the kind I love. It is my greatest knowledge, so let me be the judge.

Скрипучая беседка

That is a thing in Russian for my dearest friends. I forgot to say how diappointed I am in Palin and McCain for not insisting that global warming is just wrong, wrong wrong. I suggest you read one of my nutty blogroll buddies to bone up on this subject. The world is actually cooling, you stupid American idiots.

I am special, me me me me!

I have been chosen to take a test that I am nervous about but why should I be, since I am genius. Yes, genius. Also, I have been taking spinning class.

I am so tired of spinning but my legs are so enjoyable, so worthy of the male appreciation that is heaped upon me daily. My head is in a spin, such are the complements, not only to legs but my legendary muffins as well.

That vile little dog whose armpit hair is so dreadful is refusing to vacate my throne over at my nice friend's blog, the Blowhards. She is so beneath my own self, yet I must keep on reading the vileness.

Fret not though, readers, of whom there are now three or four. I shall be posting new pictures soon. Here you see an amzing thing I was astute enough to notice in jolly Londonland: Yes, it is indeed a red London Bus.

When will everyone just do my bidding and not try to cross me!