'Tis the Season...For Some Competition

It is time. My turn. I'm up. Shit. This here blog is now in battle at The Blog Thunderdome. Feel free to mozy on over there and put in a good word for me. Or not. You're free to vote for whomever you like. Fucker. And, if you're so inclined, wish my competition, Life. My Take, good luck 'cause I'm a sucker for good sportsmanship.

If I lose, I am banned from blogging for two months. If I win, um, well, I win. The stakes are high but please keep in mind, I SUBMITTED my blog to this. I wasn't randomly chosen by mean Blogtanics to be sacrificed on the Sucky Blog altar or anything. I entered of my own volition, ergo, I will not be throwing any sort of temper tantrum should I lose. I'd appreciate the same from you. In the words of Dave, the great Thunderdome organizer, "...two lady types are battling so we don't have to worry about lame-ass, whining men for a change." Amen to that. It pains me to see boys piss and moan. Truly. And it's been going on in some of the battles. It's one of those situations that's kind of embarrassing to watch. You know? Anyway, I won't do it.

Besides, a two month break might be nice. Um, not that I'm saying I WANT to lose or anything, but just that I'd be okay with it because I'm annoyingly optimistic that way. Just the other day I was thinking about the fact that I've been blogging for ten months, which is longer than any of my relationships prior to Zube Boy lasted. And, might I add, he enjoys reminding me of this when we argue. Generally, he says, "No WONDER no one could stand to be with you for more than seven months." Heh. He's been saying that shit for five years though, so I'm none too concerned. I prefer to think that those relationships didn't last long NOT because I'm a bitch, but because I got tired of being the target board for hoagies and television sets. But, whatever. Splitting hairs. Wait. What the hell am I talking about? This has nothing to do with anything. Moving right along...

I stand here now, trembling on the brink of banishment. Knowing that I suck, but hoping that I don't suck all hell and that the judges might find some redeeming qualities in my writing. Let the battle begin.

Edited to Add: By all means no one HAS to vote. I hope this post didn't seem to imply such. It's all in good fun. Also, if ya do vote, leave a reason perty please. 'Cause it'll make things more interesting and otherwise just filling out the poll will make this seem like a popularity contest. Which it isn't. Doesn't matter one iota who gets more poll votes, as the judges have gone against popular opinion time and again.