3 posts in a week was a fail, but hey, I tried!

Well, I challenged myself to update 3 times between last Tuesday and the one that just passed. I updated once. That being said, it was a fairly long and quality post, so I was still kinda-all right with my failed attempt. I'm going to re-challenge myself, but with less lofty expectations. Can I update twice before next Wednesday? With legitimate updates, not just these info-posts? I think I can.

So the challenge is on.

Thanks to everyone who keeps checking in and reading. And commenting! Comments are fantastic. You guys are just plain swell.

: )

*glove slap* I challenge you - well, actually, myself - to a duel (and by duel, I mean, let's be responsible and update the blog!)

I always try to construct what I'm saying in a coherent, neat, pretty, easy-to-follow manner, so all you lovelies can follow it with ease (also, I just found out via spellcheck that Google Chrome considers "lovelies" a word; that's kick-ass), but I've gotta say, it always makes me feel like I'm writing an essay. I think I'd update this bitch far more often if I kept it to one fairly organized, possibly list-form'd entry per month, and just let the word vomit... ew, spew*? the rest of the time.

I feel like I'm slackin', and that's one thing I must admit I'm terribly awesome at. If being a slacker were considered a professional position, it would be my full-time job and I'd be raking in the dough. Unfortunately, quite the opposite is true in life. And that's why I'm broke as a joke - I'm lazy. I really am.

But, I don't wantttttttttttt to be slacking, which is why I'm going to ease up on the heavy format of my rants and raves. I pinky-promise to post 3 times this week. As in, from today til next Tuesday. There will be 3 updates. Not one. Not even just 2. THR33. Like, not including this. What I'm typing right now is useless, and you're not even reading it. Don't lie to me!

It's go-time, fuckers. Let's see if I can do this.

PS, Twitter. Follow me. herpderp.

*that's just gross.

CHRISTMAS IS EATING MY TIME/HYPOTHETICAL SOUL

So, I'll give you two things this week:

First, this is the picture my grandparents are getting framed copies of /easiest gift ever/ (they loves them some kitties).

Getting a picture of them together in their Christmas garb proved to be an impossible task.

And secondly - and this is terribly un-Christmassy, but a Thing nonetheless - My People You'll See in Hell article, about the McDonald's murders that happened in my town in '92. Seriously sad stuff. I wrote this for them back in October, am insanely proud of myself (a LOT of work went into it), but never got around to linking it til now. For those of you who don't know. PYSIH is on my "linkage to awesome" page, and is one of my favorite websites. It's fantastic if you like reading about criminals.

And that's all I have for you. I turn 22 next week, ew. I'll try to get something up here before then. Happy holidays, bitches!

Someone in Denmark is reading my blog.

Today I took a stroll through my stats. It's something I do fairly regularly, just to see if it's actually worth it to keep writing this thing, or if I should crawl back to Livejournal, with my tail between my legs and the Friends-only filter protecting each post I make**.  Apparently, enough of you keep coming back... for some reason? to make writing worth-while. Thanks for being epic, homies.

One interesting thing I found whilst perusing my blog factoids, was that the posts with the most views are the ones where I am systematically insulting and yelling at some (or near every) faction of the human race. Because this has the most views, this post comes in second, and this one is third. The fourth is another ranty one.

Now, when I complain or go on my diatribes of this nature IRL, people get mad at me. They tell me to shut up, and people love to complain about how much I (and others) complain. (Hypocrisy, much, kids?), which is why I try to post about other things on here; TV shows, movies, things that don't make me angry. And guess what I've found? No one reads that shit!

So maybe, just maybe - someone out there (or several of you, anyway) agrees with me; it feels good to get stuff off your chest! Swearing is therapeutic! People are assholes! And the ones that aren't don't need to be written about - they can keep on being cool in private.

And that's why I love the internet. Like-minded people are easy to come across (no matter what you're into... seriously, Google any word you can think of and add "sex with" to the beginning; you'll find a forum, no doubt).***

As for the title of this li'l diatribe, I am continually surprised by the "audience" statistic, when I see this:

Canada makes sense. The US, sure.  #4 on the list is the UK. English-speaking realms. Then there's South Korea and Lebanon and Germany and I start to get confused, but it's in small numbers, so whatever. But - DENMARK? My dear Danish friend(s?), thank you for your support. Keep reading, I love you.


**I haven't been on LJ is so long, because I have nothing to say! My life is literally the same, day-in, day-out, and I love it that way, but don't feel the need to update anymore. So after 5 years of LJ-ing, I've pretty much given up.


*** Please don't do this to yourself. And if you do, I am responsible for nothing - no scarring, trauma, nightmares, or things that can't be "un-seen".