I'm not going to lie to you - there's not much that's good about bruising your coccyx. In fact, there's only 2 things:
1. The word coccyx. Fun to both say and spell.
2. Complaining. I really enjoy complaining.
That said, I'm going to do my damndest not complain to all y'all about it. I like you. I have coworkers and husbands and future doctor sisters to whom I can complain (I apologise to my readers who happen to also be my coworkers/husbands/future-doctor-sisters. You're getting an earful of complaining when you next see me.). The readers I generally try to entertain.
And with that, the entertaining begins:
(SHIT! Can't think of anything entertaining - the butt hurts too much! I'll take the lead from TV and do a clips show!)
I was going to link to the 3AM girls (for Jane!), but they're boring today, so instead you get Britain's version of celebrity news. Apparently they're very into their ballroom dancing...
Make me happy and go berate The Situation Has Deteriorated for not updating his blog for way too long. I want more rants and less silence!
Further proof that Madonna's lost her mind.
I've just discovered this blog. I'm kind of obsessed with it. I'm not going to lie to you. Check it out.
And with those four gems, my sorry ass and I are going to bed. Leave sympathy in the comments!