I'm Alive And I Drew You A Picture

I got an email the other day from one of the few people I know IRL that actually are aware of this little pile of shit corner of the innernet that I inhabit asking me if I had started a truly anonymous blog.

Nope.

I just haven't been around here lately.

I have no excuse other than:

1) it's nice out and I'd rather be tanning playing with the kids
2) I've actually been semi-ish busy at work
2) I'm tired
7) it's nice out
3) I'm lazy and haven't even loaded the pictures from Avery's birthday party onto the computer yet
0) I seriously need a laptop

I have a lot of blog posts rolling around in my vodka brain I just can't seem to find the motivation slash stroke of witty genius to write them out.

I seriously considered devoting a post to Britney and how I'm just like her, no seriously I am, I could lip sync the bejeezus out of an entire concert, trust me. OH but minus the crazies and bald head obvi.  But, I am one step closer to Britneyism because my fingernail polish has gone to shit.  Isn't that sad that when I look at my crackhead polish I think of Britney?

Also, isn't it sad that I look at my fingernail polish and the first thing that comes to my mind is: I'm just like Britney!  Woh, I should seriously write a blog post about this.  I. am. genius.

And now I've gone and actually devoted an entire blog post to fingernail polish and Britney.

Randomness is pretty much what describes my thoughts.

Anystupidity, since I know like 87% of you are going to skim through this and skip to the bottom in an effort to leave some kind of comment relating to this post I leave you with this: