A Call to Arms and a Farewell to Boobs

I've been in Moe Joe's for over an hour, now. By now, I should have a steamy, creamy, delicious little post for you people to slurp up de-lightedly.

Unfortunately, no.

Why?

Because I'm feeling awfully lonely over here. I feel like no one is reading, besides my friends. And they're bored with me, because Craig and Lan Chi both have better blogs than me. Even my boobs have lost their charm. (Oh, yeah, and I've been feeling up all over my boobs lately, Cece style. Because I've started exercising at Fike, doing ABDOMINAL CRUNCHES, running on the ELLIPTICAL MACHINE, riding the STATIONARY BICYCLE, and rowing on the ROWING MACHINE. And since my boobs are just sacks of fat that appeared with all the other sacs of fat that took residence on my body when I gained the freshman 15,000, they will probably disappear if I ever manage to lose all this damn pudding clinging to me. So I'm bidding them farewell. Goodbye, boobs!) But, yeah. None of my posts have any comments. Tear, tear.

So, instead of writing my fancy little post, I've been searching through the blogs of like-minded people, trying to find someone to suck up to, and hopefully win over as a reader. Because I would really, really like to have readers. As badly as a woman wants an orgasm after 45 years of one minute daily increments of sex, no masturbation. Yeah. That bad.

So, if you have read this post, can you please leave a comment (that includes you, Craig, Lan Chi, Tyler, and Johnathon)? Every ego needs a little stroke every once in while. Dammit. If you don't have time, just send me a "Yo." Otherwise, I'd like to hear about you. WHO are you, WHY do you eat chocolate emo vampires, HOW are you doing? Chocobo? Sex? Fermentation? Yes.

Okay, okay. After this, I'm going to write a real post. I just really wanted to whine.

I think I'm going to fulfill my promise and post the plot of House of Orange.

Think of me fondly when we say goodbye,
The Mei of Supreme Coffee