pinkhairthing

Let me tell you a little story.

Pinky in Bloogerland.

Once upon a time there was an acerbic and fair lass named Pinky. She was something of a communicator, but she moved to a land quite far off from those whom she knew. That's OK, the spunky and plucky Pinky thought to herself, I can call them on the phone! They can comment on my blog!

But this sunny fate was not to be.

For lo, Blooger fucking SUCKS and where the hell are my comments?!?!?! Additionally, the bad, bad, stupid men at the Chicagoland phone company are having trouble differentiating their asses from holes they see in the ground.

Then one day, let's call it today, Pinky realized she could reach out and remind her friends of her eponymous hotmail address. On that same day, the bad, bad, stupid phone men said, now wait just a second here. That there is a hole in the ground and this here is my ass! And lo, her phone service began. Now she can call and be called, but comments, alas, remain in the dark, ass, province of bloogerland.

PS the weather where she lives is fucking gorgeous. Not one cloud anywhere, warm sun, cool lake breezes. Ridiculously good. And she taught a 3 hour class today on herbs, employing the phrases: "Are you picking up what I am laying down?" and "Now that, my friends, is a big honking chunk of phlegm."

The End