Ah, Washwords, how could you do this to me?
This is all about being tagged. Apparently I'm now part of a meme.
Part of me says, "This is an honor! Out of 5 blogs, she picked yours! The very least you can do is play along. It'll increase your blog's readership! It's a lark! It doesn't hurt anything! What's the big deal? Don't be such a jerk!"
I have mentioned my hippy tendencies, so part of me sees this as some sort of conscription. A chain letter without death threats is still a chain letter. In a game of tag, I have the option of being some place safe ("home") where I can't get tagged.
So you can see my quandary.
With some level of trepidation, I cave:
1. Write the title to your memoir using 6 words:
"Please Forgive Me For Tagging You"
2. Link to the person who tagged you:
3. Tag five more blogs:
2 comments:
First, major points for the "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes".
Next, my memoir would be called
I'm Sorry For Soiling the Furniture.
I'll be spending the rest of the afternoon taking self-portraits for the book jacket.
J-Money, I'll take 3 8x10's.
Unfortunately part of the sales of my memoir will have to go to paying royalties to CSN (and sometimes Y).
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