The Collective
Once upon a time the stars collided... BAM! And a little baby star was born and she was sparky and tiny and beautiful.
What. the. fuck?
Let's start over.
My cohorts in crime, Kat, Jennie, and Heather Anne, were tired of the pillaging and the thievery and the other generally dangerous behavior we kept getting locked up for so we decided to throw all our energy into a new group blog.
You should bookmark it right away because I guarantee it will have at least FOUR new posts EACH week. Unlike this poor pathetic corner of the internet. I'll be posting on Tuesdays but you should read all the other days (and there are already four posts there you haven't read! Hurry along!).
Oh, and we'll be posting about whatever we feel like. Duh.
(Sorry about this post. Some coughbloggerscough made me drink on a school night.)
Comments
I bet Jennie, the Wonder Killer, can tell you what happens when stars really collide.
Yes, Jennie, please, ruin my life.
Posted by: heather anne | January 10, 2008 7:05 AM
It happens pretty much like you said . . . BAM, little baby star, sparkly and beautiful. The end.
And how is wonder born?
Posted by: Jennie! | January 10, 2008 7:45 AM
Hunny. As wonderful as this is, momma would rather not see the F word printed for the world to see.
THank you.
Love, your mom
Universe, I did not learn swearing from my mother and none of my other bad habits are her fault. Okay?
Posted by: Sally | January 10, 2008 9:23 AM
Wonder is what happens when Imagination and Boredom get busy.
Dirty.
Posted by: Jennie! | January 10, 2008 10:08 AM