Well color me happy! The Mad Gay Man has honored me with an award.
As usual, I’m only finding out about it now because I spent most of yesterday up to my ears in plaster dust. I didn’t hear his comment screaming at me to come read his latest post. Now that I’ve gone through a box of Q-Tips and touched up my manicure, I’m ready to write my acceptance speech.
Thank you. I accept.
(cue sporadic and confused applause)
Whoa there nellie. Not so fast. Could you not come up with something better than that? Did you not read the part where MGM said:
Blogdramedy…because she’s wittier than me.
Okay, yes. I see what you mean. But see…how can I be witty now? With this kind of pressure? You don’t just pull witty out of your ass and expect it to come out all shiny and clean. It’s a slog. It’s hell. It’s living torture.
I am not in any way an on-demand type of person. I am not Netflix.
Or a vibrator.
It takes me a while to warm up and get my motor running. Like now. I’m stuck in first gear and popping the clutch and I’ve got nothing.
So while I work on this slight mechanical problem with a shot of vodka to get lubricated, click here to read about all the other bitches love awards…awards.
Thanks Mad Gay Man for the blog love. When I’m primed I’m
stealing borrowing your idea of using the Actors’ Studio Interview questions in a blog post. We’ll see if witty makes an appearance.