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Would the real Slim D please stand up?
So I guess you're going to be a bit perplexed when you read some of the entries prior to this one.
This explains a lot. I had not one but two fellow bloggers posting stuff up here and sabotaging my debonair brand of humor and sophistication; Christine and Robyn herself. And I returned the favor in spades. Its past midnight here and coming up on the deadline for the US bloggers to explain a few things.
Robyn's hair is not purple. Christine has not been fooling around with Todd (although the Colin Powell thing is rumored to be true) Robyn doesn't want a divorce. Christine doesn't have a secret crush on James Doohan. Robyn doesn't want any pictures from your private collection, and none of these answers are true.
Just as I hate Enya, never saw Billy Elliot, don't want a fat cat, and don't do personality tests, but I am responsible for Bogger and The Jill Matrix. From tomorrow it'll be same ol' D back to blogging the only way I know how. And who knows, that redesign might show up one of these days.
Apr. 2.2002