Well. That didn't take long to get off track. I missed a couple of days for no good reason other than I was off and enjoying my leisure. I had thought about throwing a few things up (posting, that is, not vomiting) since I already have a few things finished that just need the typing treatment (I tend to write long hand and then transfer) but I think that lessons each of them to toss them around willy nilly.
So later today I will post about Pepsi.
Or Showerheads.
But for now I offer you this: there's a website called Goodreads where you make a virtual representation of your bookshelf. I did so, but have yet to touch it since. A few days ago I get an email from someone named "Aliie" saying she lives in Missouri and she wanted to know what was up. I told her what was up, as long as "up" means "I too live in Missouri." I then get a response asking how old I am and if i wanted to be her goodreads friend, which seems a bit strange, so I click over to her "page." She's 14. This was my answer, verbatim " I am 25 years old. And since you are a 14 year old girl, forgive me if I do not think we should be "friends" here."
If that was Chris Hansen, I think I passed the test.
But I doubt To Catch a Predator scours the seedy side of literature social networks.
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