This post has nothing to do with me shaking my lovely bits clad in nothing but Dark Moon light. Nevertheless, the thought of doing that always puts me in a good mood. And the idea of doing it—while laughing like a lunatic—with Mina, Judy, Stacy, Oma Linda, Shelle, Diandra, LJ, Gina, Penny, Hippy Jersey Devil, Cogent Ascending, Tori,… triples the mirth.
I need triple mirth, today. Why you may ask? Well, because Blogger is being a bugger. By the way, I’m using the 4.b. definition of the word because it rhymes. Here are other meanings for bugger from Dictionary.com—they made me giggle and I like sharing titters. Titters, teehee!
bug·ger [buhg-er, boog-]
1. Informal . a fellow or lad (used affectionately or abusively): a cute little bugger.
2. Informal . any object or thing.
3. Often Vulgar . a sodomite.
4. Chiefly British Slang.
a. a despicable or contemptible person, especially a man.
b. an annoying or troublesome thing, situation, etc.
Anyway, the bugger won’t let me add blogs to my lists. It also refuses to let me manage the blogs I follow. This means that I cannot delete any blogs, including the ones that no longer exist *sighs, glares and makes obscene finger gesture* I still have access through your blog updates through Google Reader, but I don’t like the lack of choices or the fact that Magaly’s Blog Circle can’t serve the totality of its purpose. Blogger bugger buddy, I’m not very happy with you.
can make me smile through expressive colors.
Who wouldn’t go giggle-nuts over a
ginormous big-eyed kitty in a stocking and a blushing penguin?