I admit that I feel compelled to write something for you, my faithful and lovable peeps. If you were here right now I'd ruffle your ragamuffin hair and pinch your rosy cheeks (both sets) because I love you so. But I still don't feel like bloggin'.
What's a girl to do? I'll just give you a brain dump and hope you like it, of course! Here goes.
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My doctor has me on a truly awful diet right now to prep for a thyroid test I'm having next week, so I'm a little cranky. It seems that even though I typically limit crunchy, salty, chocolatey snacks simply because they're fattening, when I'm told I absolutely cannot have them, naturally they're all I want. Oh well, it's not like it's the holiday season right now and there are yummy treats everywhere I look. Oh wait, yes it is! FML! Ah well, it's temporary and it's not like I couldn't stand to lose a few, so I'm keeping the ol' chin up.
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I am already looking forward to New Year's Eve though, and not just because I can't wait to kick 2009 to the curb like the disease-infested whore that it is. What? I had a rough year. I am ready for a fresh start, and 2010 seems like a darn good time to get one.
I had a fun little auto-tune video for you to watch, but some sort of copyright infringment made them take it down. BOO. And MEH. BOO-MEH.
Oh! Just found it somewhere else online, and this one seems to work. Enjoy it while you can!
Ok, that's all I got.
Later, taters. (mmm, taters... I want tater chips, or french fried p'taters. CRAP!)