BRB
I may have to take my site down for a bit. Or rather the Rascal may have to take it down. We'll know for sure tomorrow. Anyway, I will not promise to post more in the future but I can promise that the site won't be down very long.
I may have to take my site down for a bit. Or rather the Rascal may have to take it down. We'll know for sure tomorrow. Anyway, I will not promise to post more in the future but I can promise that the site won't be down very long.
Just testing my calendar.
I've been looking over my stats page for irishgeisha.com and I am proud to say that even though this person doesn't comment. Ever. Someone in Germany loves me. I don't know any germans. Well except for Solfrank.(Tori's ex) I think his peeps are german, but he is american. I used to know an american couple living in Bitburg. Hmm.
With that said I will now enlighten my readers with a list of phrases that have connected my blog with some very disappointed searchers.
1.white cotton panty pictures
2.colette pillow boobs
3.irish republican tattoos
4.naked irish women
5.pillow under ass
And to the sick fuck that keeps searching the phrase-"jesus christ fucked your mom today amen" You are boring me! Get a new hobby.
I'm getting a little frustrated with Movabletype. I think the Rascal has fixed one of my problems. I couldn't figure out how to let people comment without having to publish them myself everytime. We'll see how that goes. What I really want to do is import my posts from my old blogger site and I keep hitting a dead end. Everything I read ends with "Don't do this... or you will really fuck things up." Has anyone reading this moved your blog from blogger to MT? Anybody? Bueller? Bueller?
BAH!
First HemisphereDancer gets a .com. Then Super A. Kevin. I feel so primary.
First HemisphereDancer gets a .com. Then Super A. Kevin. I feel so primary.
I know, I know, I turned the comments on but no one has access to comment yet. "Sneeky fucker don't ya think?" (ewan mcgregor) I'm working on it. I have added an email link on my profile. That will have to do for now. "So tired, need sleepy" (david spade)
I almost decided to stop posting this weekend. I never intended my stories to be shovels for digging up bones. Some of them were an earnest attempt to exorcise ghosts from my past that still haunt me, I guess that is a tricky business. But for now I shall continue. Because, wait a minute, I don't need a reason. And anyone that doesn't like it can feel free to click away! I don't know when, if ever, I'll make the comment section available. For anyone reading this that doesn't understand the Fiona Apple (limp) post- skip it, it's not important anyway.