Effing Typepad

Sometimes as I peck away on my keyboard I wonder why I do this silliness week after week. Am I actually like those reality TV whores who eat spiders for money or allow cameras in to their bathrooms? I like to think not. I do this because it is therapeutic and even though I bitch a blue streak about them, I like to think the kids benefit from my late night cathartic rendezvous with my blog. But sometimes I get the slightest bit lonely when I go to the comments section and realize there is nobody reading. Apparently, I think to myself as I sit in my loft listening to Devon snore in the room below me, no one gives a shit. Recently I started checking the comments section of Typepad, because after two years of using this damn program I decided to give a look peek, and who knew but there is a comments section to this thing. And? Mine are way messed up. There are comments in there. Mostly they are asshole spammers looking for eager buyers of Viagra and car insurance, but a hand full of them are for me! It really is all about me!
I hate Typepad. I hate its mysterious ways and the manner in which it mocks a gal who prefers pictures over code. But if I have to I’ll take this bitch on and figure it out. I’d rather not, but I’ll give it a whirl if I must. However, in the meantime I am just tickled pink to realize people leave me notes.