Oh bother. This month’s statcounter visit lead me to an old blog entry in which they called me a rude bitch for telling another tumblr “Stay outta my state!”
With my influx of new followers, I feel I must remind people of the following:
- I don’t really want to fight my little cousin to the death.
- I didn’t stab The Count from Sesame Street with a wooden stake.
- I can’t fly.
- Burying bodies at 4am isn’t really my idea of fun.
- I’m not really into beating guys like they’re Rhianna.
- I didn’t slash this guy’s throat.
- Marcela is still alive.
- My previous roommate did move out, I didn’t kill him to take over his identity.
- I don’t carry a hammer and open condoms in my purse.
- I’m not really a prostitute.