I haven’t always been one to follow the crowd, but it seems over the years I have lost my edge and am now *ahem* mainstream; I’m not very unique (less you count the constant burping and my endless sarcasm, not to mention my ability to be as crass as any man). I don’t dress to impress, or have a style of my own, or any style at all for that matter. Boring some would call me.
I had signed up for a blog review back in the earlier days of blogging. (Okay, it was Monday, who’s counting really?) When I thought that I might actually get some constructive criticism or *gasp* they would love me, and I would rocket through the blog world into super stardom and I. Would. Be. Someone. Special. The flocks of bloggers would come and I would be unconditionally loved by all. A blog celebrity if you will.
What? That’s not the reason you blog?
Well, I was sorely mistaken. I have been unrelentingly labeled a ‘mommy blogger’ I didn’t think I blogged that much about my kid. Frankly, he’s boring and not worthy of my blog, but I digress, lately I have had a couple entires about Carter. I’ve been having emotionally difficult days dealing with his inability to cope with the fact that he’s growing up and had to move to the toddler room. Big deal.
To be honest, I was disappointed by my ‘review’, being labeled a boring ass mommy blogger, and most of the review bitching about my broken header in my template. Good thing I didn’t have to pay for it. So, my designs suck too. Good. That was my goal.
Oh, but it was mentioned that I have decent taste in music – except for Hinder, which was compared to a can of Spam – fine by me too because I actually agree; since it was song that I was listening to at the moment; and it was part of a tag. No biggie.
So the gist of it. I am a motherfuckin’ boring ass mommy blogger with an alright taste in music and my designs suck ass.
Meh. Nothing I didn’t know already. I was really hoping for a kick to the crotch and bloody lip; or at least a short bus and a flaming finger. Bitches.
Off to watch this week’s ANTM and laugh at the poor girls lives come to an end as they receive shitty makeovers. I can pity them instead of myself.
Must go cry in my wine now.
Edited to add:
Please, don’t think that I’ve lost sleep over this review. I was a bit disheartened for about an hour as I cursed them and cried in my pillow, but I’ve since gotten over it.