Waily waily, whatever shall I do? The call of fame, fortune, loose women and celebrity gambling is calling me, yet how much of myself am I willing to sacrifice to become a stumbling part of this A-list parade?
Seeing as how this blog has now been (relatively) functional for close to a year, I figure that my celebrity status is but a few scant months in my future.
I can smell the Crystal and Caviar from here.
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| Don’t forget the hookers. |
Being the unforgivable blogging n00b that I still am, finding my footing took a while. I’m embarrassed to admit how long it took me to work out how to attach a Twitter and Facebook link to each post (an effort that I am almost positive permanently corrupted my blog’s code).
To coin a phrase; I’ve been going about this like a very nervous bull in a china shop trying really hard not to break anything. ‘Trial and Error’ has been the name of the game, as I copy, paste, cut and load my way towards social godhood, using my template’s code like a cork board and my refresh button like a bottomless bottle of digital correction fluid.
