This is my blog, Derek. And this is my blog entry that is dedicated to you so that your first impression of my blog wasn't a list of books that the university is making me read. After the story about the birthday party at the yarn event, I figured I'd better put forth a little extra effort. Also, this is a picture of waffles. They are good wholesome fun. The kind of fun that I like best.
So, Derek, here you are. And I rushed home just so that I could write you this cute little message. Seriously, I didn't rush that much, mostly because I missed my bus...then there was some walking and some grumbling, then some getting on the wrong bus...story of my life actually--ask anyone.
I figure the nicest thing I can do for you at this point is to get you reading in the right direction. You need to start at the beginning, November of 2004 and read a couple of the early, super bitter rants that got me started in the blog business. Just dabble a little. If a title sounds interesting, give it a shot. But I will warn you now, at least half the time the title is incredibly misleading. If you want to know more about my quasi-religion, and my following, there are pictures posted of my new converts (some which I already showed you) and the rules are archived somewhere...try September or October 2005.
Now, from time to time you may read something or a see a picture that seems slightly out of character for me. I'd just like to remind you that I am actually the perfect little angel that I make myself out to be, and you should never, for any reason, doubt my honesty when I tell you that I do not get into any trouble. Testimonials to come. The world loves me...they just have a weird way of showing it. And Derek, you should convert now too.
To the rest of you Weinists and Weiners, tell Derek how great I am in the comments and maybe he will be persuaded to invite you to his flame-shirt party. I'm going to wear a tutu and my purple crown.
PS Happy Birthday to Jean. Jean it's your birthday. You thought that this blog would be all about someone who is not you, but you were wrong. Jean, you are old today. And I love you Jean. [Note to self: I do not love Eugene. (Note to self: start writing more notes to self.)] Stop the madness. Convert.
3 comments:
I would have to agree with Andrea, that the shaking your fist at people is fun... and about that puke story wein... lol well I won't share but boooo to public hung overness, but at least we weren't alone in that one.
Andrea, you're very convincing. And thank you for doing what I was too lazy for--that is, looking up the wein rules date. Fist shaking is so key.
Hillary, boo indeed. Automatic toilets should be banned from public hangovers, don't you think?
Erin, you are wonderful :D
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