I keep trying to quit and I am finding that I can't. This is odd to me because the last 3 Novembers I felt like quitting every single day. Now that I am giving myself permission I can't let go. I'm still playing chicken with Typepad every night. I really hate being me sometimes. Or do I? No, really I do. Or DO I???
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- A Little Pregnant
- Assertagirl
- Belgianwaffle
- Blooming Yaya
- BOSSY
- Chair
- Chookooloonks
- Citizen of the Month
- DadaMama
- Dirt to Dish
- Drowning in Kids
- Emotional Toothpaste
- Finslippy
- Flotsam
- Fluid Pudding
- Friday Playdate
- Fussy
- Gone Feral
- Apathy Lounge
- Her Bad Mother
- Hillbilly, Please
- Jennui
- Julia {Here Be Hippogriffs}
- Juliloquy
- Laid-Off Dad
- Langer Loksh
- Leahpeah
- Mamatulip
- Mimi Smartypants
- Mocha Momma
- No Pasa Nada
- Notes From The Trenches
- Notes To Self
- Orange Tangerine
- Paper Napkin
- Secret Agent Josephine
- Subvert with Heather Gold
- Supafine
- Techsploitation
- The Kilowatthour
- Thought Concoction
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November 13, 2009
Oh, NaBloPoMo, Why Can't I Quit You?
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I totally hear you. This November is the one I feel like I absolutely can't not do, after coming back from the bloggy dead. Now watch, I'll forget tomorrow night. Anyway...it's nice to be in your company, four years counting.
Posted by: Feral Mom | November 15, 2009 at 03:00 AM