I know what I know, if you know what I mean.

Well, I had a really great post all written out and ready to go, and just before clicking “publish” I realized that it made me look really stupid. I’m talking shockingly dumb. And it only took a quick google search to confirm the daftness of my assertions. Oops.

Don’t get me wrong—I’m all for making myself look dumb and reveling in my retardedness. But that’s when I’m aware of how retarded I’m being. When, unbeknownst to me, I pull off a superhuman feat of dumb-assedness, well, I don’t really like to roll around in that shit.

So said post has been put in the trash, and this one is going up instead. Take my word for it: it was a brilliantly worded piece of verbal deliciousness, but there was such an error in my judgment, such a flaw in my reasoning, that I can’t believe I actually sat and typed and typed and typed obliviously away. Phew. What a bullet to dodge. I could have been the laughing stock of these here internets.

Speaking of which, there’s been some discussion as to whether or not I should post pictures of myself on this here blog. And while I currently have no plans to do so, I am happy to pass on a few little tips on how to conjure a fairly accurate mental image of yours truly:

1) Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and clear your mind.
2) Next, picture your ultimate male fantasy.
3) Third, multiply said fantasy’s hotness by approximately 100 times.
4) And finally, revel in the gorgeousness that is P/O.

I’ll leave you now with your thoughts.