I’ve been nominated by a few readers as one of the Internet’s Sexiest Bloggers.
Get OUT, girlfriend.
In response to the multitude of flattering letters he’d recieved, J.R.R. Tolkien once said:
Even the nose of a very modest idol [...] cannot remain entirely untickled by the sweet smell of incense
So my cheeks are all burning and it’s kind of hard to keep that silly grin off my face.
Hell, it has been over a year since I’ve gone out on a date and it’s no secret that my love life is about as passionate as a lump of coal.
So it’s just nice to know that people don’t think you’re draconian after all and maybe — just maybe — whatever happened in the past was just a fluke.
So excuuuuse me.
I’m going to go rummage around the closet.
“Mom! Moooom! Where’s that tiara I used to wear? And my shiny scepter?”