Happy Birthday, Corinne. Love ya! (But not in that creepy internet stalker way.)
You know, I've been thinking about my congenital snarkiness recently, and it occurred to me that if she were to google herself and stumble across my blog, she might not see my adoption post in the affectionate way that it was intended. She might, in fact, think that I'm kind of a dick.
Sorry. Mea culpa. I have, as my regular readers will attest, a genetic predisposition.
She's made a career doing something that she loves and people appreciate her for doing it, even if some of them are freaks or assholes. We could all do worse.
So Happy Birthday, Corinne, and the offer still stands. If you ever need a place to crash, the Villa del Punto Muerto is always open.
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Um... got something against cyberstalkers?
Have something against them? I am one.
Does that make me a self-hating stalker?
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