I got a haircut on Monday that makes me look a little too much like CNN’s Anderson Cooper.

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When’s the annulment?

What is the purpose of a “group blog?” I would think it was to give readers a variety of different styles and ideas to see on a daily basis. But since I’m the only one doing a majority of the writing, does that mean the project is not working?

In the past month, every writer wrote something. But there are only five entries not written by me since May 31. I was hoping that the writing staff would be more active, to where they would write at least once a week. And since that isn’t happening, maybe the project isn’t working.

My dilemma is as follows…

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I’ve been asked several times whether I would launch a forum to go along with the regular site here at The Dead End, and at first it was an easy answer: no.

After lurking around the corner of the intarweb where most of the personal sites call home, I see that a big lot of them have some kind of forum addition.

Good lord, do forums suck.

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When I worked in radio, I would go to promotions and have listeners do the silliest things.

One game I played would be the “Guess Your Age” game, and instead of just coming right out and guessing ages, I would make it a show. I’d have people lift their arms, bark like a dog, go in circle after circle after circle, and even shake their bon bon.

But nothing tops what I did with the boy today….

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Before I decided to tackle the challenge of playing substitute mommy, the following thoughts went through my head:

1. i dont really like kids
2. i like to sleep in really late
3. i hate cleaning up after myself and i really hate cleaning up after someone else

So far, I’ve just reaffirmed my original thoughts. Personally, I wonder why kids like me and why the heck someone would trust me to take care of them. Maybe it’s cause my boobs are so big. Motherly, or something. I don’t know. You can see the daily damage here or you can just fill in your own blanks. Trust me, the pictures are more fun.

I woke up yesterday to this piercing Charlie horse in my left leg. Then I got one in my right arm.

So I go and drink lots and lots of water yesterday while I was at work. I do NOT want that happening again.

Today it was my right calf.

And it still hurts.

Like there’s some small woodland creature nibbling away at the muscle.

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