I'm here!
I know, I know, I should be slapped on the wrist or something. I've been a bad blogger. But there is so much I want to tell ya'll and I just can't yet.
And that is killing me.
My whole semi-anonymous thing is biting me in the ass right now.
You see, about a fourth of you that read here really know me. You know, like by a name other than 'katehopeeden'.
*From the back of the room*: you mean, "Kate" isn't her real name? *gasp*
I know, I know, you feel all betrayed and stuff.
You'll get over it.
Anyway, out of that fourth or so of you that really know me, some of you read here for reasons other than the pure enjoyment that can come from scanning over these words and chortling occasionally at not only my idiocy but my willingness to share it with the blogging world. Some of you read here for more vindictive reasons.
And those of you who do (and you know who you are... at this very moment you are sitting in your chair thinking does she mean *me*? Nah... she couldn't mean me... Well, I do mean you.) are ruining it for everyone else.
You are causing serious delays in the relaying of my mostly unimpressive stories to the general public that check back here several times a day to see if I happen to have updated anything.
(I see ya'll too and every time I see that your IP address has refreshed or checked back, I feel a pang of guilt.)
Anyway, because of The Vindictive Few, I've had to put my news and non-fictional stuff on the back burner.
Which, sadly, has left me with next to nothing to blog about.
Because, for some reason, my real life seems to be one of the better train wrecks out there.
Who'd've thunk it?

So, to sum up the non-fictional stuff that I can share with you...
**Amanda went out and got herself wretchedly sunburned in an attempt to knock me out of the running for The Mother Of The Year Award.
**Triniti got her four-year-old shots and is now conspiring with Amanda to have me completely overthrown.
**I won Emilee over with ice cream from the convenience store today so I still have her on my side.
**Arizona Summer was THE. WORST. MOVIE. EVER. Like stab-yourself-in-the-eye-with-a-spoon bad.
**Blockbuster is only carrying like six copies of The Libertine and because of that, I think the store should just be torn down. Come on Blockbuster, Johnny Depp is in the movie. What about that makes you think you won't be able to rent it. Johnny. Fucking. Depp.
**The Cake Lady got a pool which makes her Friend Stock climb an incredible amount... which is really hard for her to do since she already rocks so much.

Ok, that's all I've got for now.
There'll be more soon.