(NEW AND IMPROVED: The links are now properly aligned. Sorry ’bout that, friends.)
Instead, please concern yourself with the fact that I’m some sort of Germanic Mason Illuminati crossbreed. Which is to say, I am what you get when you mix a hipster with a lobster. I’m a Liebster. (Plus, I can do the fandango. Naked. Can YOU?)
I got some awards and stuff.
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Now as a general rule, I typically ignore award protocol…
Cuz you’re supposed to post like 73 facts about yourself and then link to 101 blogs and ask other bloggers a metric fuck ton of questions. And I just don’t have time for that, considering the fact that (1) I have mad piles of laundry to do, and (2) I’m maintaining a stringent bowling schedule these days.
…but this time I’m going to make an exception with my acception: I’m going to ignore award protocol.
However: The general joe-bob-doo-hickey-ness of good manners is to (1) NOT snort macaroni and cheese through one’s nose, and (2) say “thank you” when people invite you to wear a fez. Which is sort of what all this beautifully inspiring liebsterness is all about.
(Please click here for further clarification. Seriously. Click it. But don’t be eating macaroni & cheese when you read, because you will end up snorting it out your nose.)
Unless you’re one of those people who thinks these awards are not actually awards at all, but are, in fact, chain letters started by people who are really into chain. Which would mean, if you are anything like me, what you really want to do is have a little heart-to-heart (or mouth-to-penis or vag-to-vag) convo with the chain people and be like, “Dude, enough with the chain, already! Expand your horizons! Try some rope. Or maybe some cuffs.”
Which reminds me, I got that additional set of cuffs I was wanting. (Click that link if you’re interested in the TMI portion of this evening’s program. I’m not really in the mood to write a list of The 11 Idiosycracies of Duchess le Feve.)
Oh, and the cuffs? Matching. Set. Wrists and ankles, people. *Grin*
‘Kayso, to the people who gave me awards: Thanks for the nominations and stuff. I think you’re awesome for thinking I’m awesome enough to certify as awesome in such an awesome fashion. It is really too awesome for words.
And the wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round…
You know who *I* think is awesome?
No, you are thinking. I have no idea who you think is awesome, Feve.
That’s okay! Cuz I’m gonna tell you! 😀
I think YOU are awesome.
Because you are reading my blog.
So instead of providing you with a bunch of random facts about me (facts that will leave you wanting to bleach your brain), I think YOU should provide ME with random facts about yourselves.
Or we could play Jeopardy!
You: I’ll take “I’m Drawing A Blank for 100, Feve.”
Me: The movies Bringing Up Baby and His Girl Friday had this common denominator in terms of talent(s).
(insert Jeopardy theme song here)
Drawing a blank?
Yeah, that was kind of the point.
Not the kind of thing you were expecting?
Yeah, that was also kind of the point.
You’d be amazed at how multi-faceted I am. Sort of like a diamond.
Yep. I’m a regular diamond in the buff.
Except for when I’m wearing my Liebster-hozen. 😛