I am in a rotten fucking mood. A totally petulant, feel sorry for myself mood. So I apologize for my venom in advance.
I am just not exited about 2011. This was supposed to be the year everything finally went well. 2010 sucked sweaty, hairy monkey ass so it can only get better right?
Except I can't keep thinking that this could be the year I lose my furbaby. The year I watch her get sick and watch her get destroyed by cancer. It breaks my heart. I know I shouldn't get ahead of myself. I know that she could still get an operation and that her life could conceivably be long and happy.
But today? Today I feel like grieving. Today I am sad.
Today I am convinced no one reads this damn blog. Convinced it's all for nothing. Convinced I'll never make money this way. Never make money off of my writing. (Does anyone have advice for selling ad space?)
Either that or I start my period in a week.
Either way, I feel shitty.
How is this fair:
I live in
Portland now. Obviously. A place that gets cold in the winter. Duh. A
place that isn't known for snow, but for rain, but I was told that is
does get snow. Sometimes. It does.
I left Southern California this summer. For the cooler weather of
Portland. Yet So Cal has been getting snow. My dad said they got
several inches of snow last night. Now, to be fair, my dad lives in the
desert where it gets ass cold in the winter. But I've heard of snow in
Inland So Cal, in Orange County too! What the hell?
Yet no snow in my neighborhood. It's gotten icy. And quite fucking cold. But snow? Nada.
Not fucking fair.
In my egocentric mind, I have to assume this is California's play to get me to move back. Only logical explanation.
Either that, or global warming. I guess that could be it. But it's more likely that it's about me amIright?
It is the time of year where you prove your love to me. Aren't you excited? You get to pull me out of my shitty ass mood. No pressure though.
But don't worry, not all of you have to participate.
Only those of you who are bloggesr 30 or over and already are or are willing to (and why the hell wouldn't you?) become a member of Studio 30+ have to make my day.
It is time to nominate me for a Boomerang Award. I have never asked you guys to vote for anything. Nope. Never. But now? Is the time.
Now is the time to show me that you want me to keep blogging. That you appreciate what I do here every single fucking day.
And there are several categories in which you could nominate me. Yes, you lucky ducks, you could nominate me for more than one. Best Photo Blog comes to mind. Or Funniest Blogger (even though, I know, I'm sometimes not very funny). Or Best Female Blog. Or Best Blog Title. Or or or.
Just be creative. You love me, I know you do. I know you want to go show me just how much.
Yes. I am begging. I am competitive. I need an award to prove just how valuable I am. SO GO VOTE!
You have until January 15. So I would just do it now.
And besides, if you're not a member of Studio 30+, you should be. Simple as that.
Thank you. I love you guys in my panties.
Also coming up is the next Raw Photos Contest! The Theme is Your Best so get your cameras out and shoot something awesome. Or pour through your old shots and find your best shots.
Submissions open Jan 9 and run for a week.
Then voting will be open for a week...since you guys will be voting on the winners! We'll explain how voting will work as submissions close.
Complete rules are here.
I expect you all to participate!
I usually hate those memes where they take a photo of a celeb and photoshop him or her into random shots. But this? Made me laugh.
Hehe. Cracker. Hehe. Snort.
On an up note, did I tell you guys I got my new camera? A Nikon D50. Used. From eBay.
I am using totally in manual mode, mostly because I'm not satisfied with what it will do in auto mode and am having so much fun playing with ISO and aperture and white balance.
Alright forget all the shit I said at the start. I still feel cranky. But I don't want any reassurances of my worth. I just want to eat chocolate and laugh.
Crazy lady out.
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