People.  What do I have to do?  Do I have to post nude pictures here? (Not of me, of course, that would likely have the opposite effect.)  Would you take a look at this pathetic sight right here?

Do I have leprosy?  (It’s not contageous you know, that’s a myth.)  But SERIOUSLY.  Today I had the worst stats I’ve seen in at least thirty days (if not sixty… ninety… I could go on.).   Was it my obnoxious self-aggrandizing poll?  Was it my links list (have I jumped the shark with that?)?  Was it my total “phoning it in” post from today?

Seriously ya’ll.  If things don’t start looking up, I’m gonna have to let you all go.  And in this trying economy, no one wants to see that.

_{(this is pretty tongue in cheek, I hope you realize that.  I’m not THAT pathetic.)}

So.  Here it is Sunday and I’ve got nothing to say for myself.  Truly.  I should be ashamed of myself.  But when the weekend rolls around, I’m so in the business of CHILLING OUT that it doesn’t leave a lot of room for waxing poetic on my blog.  So I apologize for the lack of interesting content but you should be happy to know that when I’m not posting here I’m enjoying myself so that’s something, right?

In other news, I got through my Google Reader today.  Which means, TA DA, I’m all caught up.   I don’t think I’ve been caught up since BlogHer.  So I’m just tickled to death about this.  Now no one post anything for the next couple of days so I can enjoy the blank-ness.

Also: I gave up on asking Kile to read “Twilight”.  I’m just sad, is all, that no one I actually know in real life wants to read this book and talk to me about it.  Do they think I have bad taste?  That I would have them read a book that I know they wouldn’t enjoy?  Bah.  Just sad.

Which of course always gets me into thinking about my friend-less existence and how much that really sucks.  But we’re all tired of hearing about that.

On that happy note, I’m going to leave you with an iconic picture Liam trying out Harry’s old tricycle.  It’s just a crappy iPhone picture but I love it anyhow.