statmania

yes, it's the stats, they are mania, manic, going bananas, shooting through the roof, and yes, inspiring me to bounce around imagining that effervescent popularity i've been craving for a lifetime, at least when i am too sleepy to remember how much i vant to be alone... seriously, yes, greta would get me, the fame would drive be bonkers (though the fortune might come in handy, especially lately) which is why i never really went for it with all my talent and greatness and sponges, but here, now, in this witty bitty blog, the stats are ringing off the hook, the offers are pouring in, the ratings are going krakatoa on my ass (or is that they are going all east of java on my ass?... but i haven't even had a cup of coffee in weeks), so don't get your sock caught on the coffee table (or panties in a bunch, unless, of course, you are self-loving and then, do what you want with your panties and feel free to send me the video, or post it), just sit back, relax, and enjoy the imaginary ride to fame, fortune, and fun (oh sure, just what we need, more effs... as in the letter F words, you know, just look back on the last few weeks if you don't get it and if you don't kick a field goal, punt...

she canna take much more, captain...

so yes, yes, a thousands thank yous to all you wonderful people (and adoring fans)... and if you really wanted me to stay serious well, you just gotta let me know... i don't read minds for free after the sun comes up and it's up here... time for bed...

nite nite :)