Oh, the outrage
My boyfriend comes home tomorrow. I’m glad. I miss that guy.
I can still call him my boyfriend even though we’re married, right? I never liked the word fiance (so dumb), so I called Denny my boyfriend the entire time we were engaged. I still like it. I like how it has the word friend in it, which is above all else what he is.
A friend I get to see NAKED! WOOOOOOOO!
Geez, my parents are going to read this. Geez. And yet, here I am, right about to click the publish button…
Wait! I was just about to publish when I got an email. Someone’s comment got caught by one of my spam filters, and the error message advised him to contact me. He quoted me the error message text, and it contained this phrase:
“You may want to contact the blog admin via e-mail to notify him.”
HIM? I’m already on a nudity roll here; do you [source of error message] need me to prove the non-HIM-ness of this here blog admin?
Sheesh.
