I deleted my previous post. Even though I thought it was a cute little joke about how I never think things through and how I can be won over by a stuffed animal, it seems an unintended reader did not get the punchline. And now I feel all paranoid and weirded out. Maybe I shouldn't, but I guess I'm just a sensitive gal.
The only person I ever really make fun of on this blog is myself. (And the cast of The Hills, but I've been a little too easy on them lately.)
I think my complaint is that I've been having a hard time coping with life lately, and now I can't even come to my blog and be myself.