COFFEE DELIVERER NEEDED ASAP – INQUIRE WITHIN.

Alright, the title of this entry has really nothing to do with the entry itself. In this economy (topical), the chances of you reading my blog are slim-to-none; unless, of course, there was a featured job offer. Sorry to trick you my loyal reader(s?) ….I, temporarily, am car-less. No, not careless…I care a lot. I’m car-less and when a situation like this presents itself, I care even more… so much so that I make desperate attempts at erroneous job offers based only on the assumption that someone might actually bring me coffee. You see, I’m sitting in my newly arranged living room, purged of my last roommate’s things and replaced with my desk and all of its laptop accoutrements. The screen door is sneaking in a breeze, the sky is swollen with clouds and I’m still in my robe. Come on…this situation’s cherry-on-top would be a big, warm cup of joe! Right? Right. I’m glad we all agree and have moved passed the misleading title.

Now, my blog is still fresh and I have obviously settled on “It Better be Better,” (tell your friends!) as my title, however, before I made web tsunamis with my first entry, I was definitely bouncing around some other blog names. As a treat to my fans, [THAT’S YOU!] I will share them with a grand reveal below:

[I’ve noticed there seems to be a running theme…]

ivant2suckyourblog

blogdaysnight

murderbyblog

pintsofblogmakeyoustronger

sundaybloggysunday

blog-iver

alwayssunnyinblogadelphia

howimetyourblogger

blogbarker

bloggietreat

worldsbestblog

blog-amansbestfriend

Iblogyoualwaysforever

yougotafastblog

blogyournose

youblogwithme

Idontbloghere

nevereatbloggywaffles

ewwpickyourbloggers

blogtease

londonblog

blogthebountyhunter

blog-onfunny

These are all registered blogmarks 2010

SIGH. Alright, I’m never going to even think the word blog!

…Now that I'm done with this blog entry ...dammit! - I’m going to go walk to Starbucks like I’m some kind of person from the middle ages who doesn’t even know the convenience of a motorized vehicle, like I’m some kind of pauper who can’t afford a horse-drawn carriage, or a horse for that matter, a mule, since we're on the subject…like I’m some kind of addict who needs her fix so badly she’d walk a mile to Starbucks. Like I'm some kind of...