Blogger.

What a horrible title, blogger. I am a blogger, blogger sounds like booger which reminds me of one time in political theory when a guy across the way dug deep and ate a big ol' booger. I almost vomited. It still haunts me when I'm in a large classroom. You never know what sick stuff people will do when they don't think they're being watched.

On another more serious note. Workers have invaded the outside of my office window on a very sketchy wood board while they remove keystones. It is held by rope. I fear that they will fall off and I will watch one plunge to their death and will be forever scared. But what if I saved them. Like a Twilight vampire. I saw that the young man was falling. I knocked out my glass window with my pinkie, cradled the man like a baby and landed every so softly on my tip toes. Man, to be a vampire.

Speaking of Vampires.
True Blood is back on TV and let me tell you, so many boobies. Poor Anna Paquin, I mean, her boob shots. So unnecessary. I wouldn't show my boobs unless it was for at least $50 or a burrito. She should have more respect. It's her craft, she won a Golden Globe....whatever, I don't need to see her nipples.

To conclude my Blog. I will quote a famous line about boobies.

“My husband said 'show me your boobs' and I had to pull up my skirt... so it was time to get them done!” - Dolly Parton

Seacrest Out.