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q-u-i-t-t-e-r spells ME

I think I'm going to quit nablopomo, because guess what? I'll write when I feel like it.

Also, I've realized I'm boring.

Also, I think everyone else has realized that I'm boring.

Also I'm super busy right now.

Also, it's really affecting my commenting abilities - has anyone noticed that I haven't been leaving comments? Maybe I'm being too vain and no one has really noticed at all.

So yeah.

Goodbye nablopomo - I made it 13 days.

And don't even leave me negative comments, like calling me a quitter or saying that if I can't even make it half way through the month what kind of blogging dedication do I have really.

And if you do feel like saying something rude - sticks and stones, people. STICKS and STONES (will be what I use when I hunt you down and beat you.)

Oh and I'm working on a give away thingy (can you call it a give away when it comes with conditions?) Anyone with a girl is going to totally love it. Or maybe sort of like it. Or atleast tolerate it.

It's so exciting.

Comments

Well, I still think you're cool.
quitters are the coolest
Tiffany said…
I don't think you're a quitter at all. I can't ever post when I feel like it's forced...
Can't wait to see what your giveaway is, I don't have a little girl (only a grown one) but I have a new niece, does that count? lol
*MARY* said…
I applaud you for even trying.
Tracy said…
You lasted longer than I did!!!! :)
Barbaloot said…
I noticed...because I'm one of those people that jumps for joy when she hits double digits with comments:)

But we all have times when we're busy or don't feel like we can comment. Enjoy the freedom that comes with quitting:)
LisAway said…
I just thought you were following my new comment policy.

I hear you about the realizing you're boring (although you're not and I think you've done a great job).

I've always known I was boring, but it's a lot more annoying to me when I'm trying to post every day.
Anonymous said…
If it is affecting your commenting, then, yes. You should quit that. Because it is much more important that you comment on others' blogs than post on your own.

Wait, that didn't sound right...
Wonder Woman said…
I've only recently become a faithful follower, for forgive me, but what's nablopomo?

I'm busy, too, and don't always comment when I should.

And I feel boring, too, and hate when I have nothing cool to blog about. But I don't think you're boring! I love your beauty pics, and your festive header, and your sketches and I love the way you write.

Blogging, although totally awesome, shouldn't be our #1 priority. (I know, shocker.) So it's okay if you don't have something totally rad to say every day. Or comment on every single blog you read. (Except mine. ALWAYS comment on mine.)

And will I like your giveaway if I only have boys?
J. Baxter said…
I too have no idea what the heck this nablopomo is.

And I never knew that boring people were the ones who always made you laugh...

Your blog is so educational.

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