Especially when staying busy means sitting on my arse with my laptop in hand. Still, I've gotten quite a bit accomplished today, internet wise, that is. Everything else had to be put on hold for my very busy work. Dishes to the ceiling? Oh well, it can wait. I have to Facebook! Laundry piled in the hallway? No worries. I have to talk about sex for a minute.
I can't be bothered with the nonsense of housework and daily life right now, because I have twittering to do! Ah, I love my job. Now, if only I could get paid for all of this shit.
First off, I want to tell you about a new section of my blog that I'm dedicating to addicts/alcoholics and/or their family members. My life has been touched by addiction in so many ways, and I hope that by coming together to share our stories that we can help someone who is suffering right now. I would love to compile stories from readers and friends about their battles with addiction/alcoholism. You can e-mail these stories to me, and they will be posted anonymously unless otherwise requested. Click here to learn more about The Addiction Project, or you can conveniently click the [[addicted]] link on my header at any time.
Where I have been today when I wasn't here:
What is The Atomic Mom without a Facebook Fan Page? Nothing more than a crumb of the cookie called The Internet. But now, now, I am something special. I have my own fan page! Which was made by me, and that obviously means I am my own biggest fan. FML. Anyway, if you're one of those facebookey people like I am now, then go there. I must admit that I was totally inspired by my internet mentor Scary Mommy, who just happens to have a pretty nifty fan page over there on Facebook, as well. I can't help but mention I made a personal facebook page for myself, also, because the other 4 million social media programs that I use just aren't enough. Then, I got tired of Facebook, and had to find something else to occupy my already-too-occupied mind. So, I did this:
This, my friends, is gold. It's title is Atomic Sex, which I believe to be very creative and unique. It's a sex bloglet. I call it a bloglet, because it's not quite a full fledge blog, but just a space for me to air out some dirty laundry when it comes to sex related things. Sex is a topic that I've had
plenty some experience with in the past, and I'm going to use this bloglet to rehash some old memories and maybe spark some new ideas. It's all sex, all the time baby. I would have just kept it over here at Atomic Mom, but it's hard for me to put the words mom and sex in a sentence together. Any sexual topics you'd like to discuss? You know what to do. mama2boys2010 (at) live (dot) com. We'll talk it over, and hopefully get some input from other readers as well. Who am I kidding? I'll spend most of my time over there talking to myself, but hell, that beats nothing. Just click it and comment. Click and comment. You can get to this yummy little morsel anytime by clicking the 'Atomic Sex' logo to the right of your screen.
After working so hard on my little internet projects today, my brain is mush, and I couldn't competently discuss any other subject, or ANY subject for that matter, at this point.
The Man : What are you doing?
Me : Writing about faking an orgasm.
The Man : Oh, well you should know about that. You do it a lot.
Me : No, I don't! *trying to sound offended* I just know how.
The Man : Uh huh.
Me : Zzzgggrrrrgggbraindeadzzzzrrrgg. *staring at laptop screen and drooling*
The man hands me a napkin to wipe the drool from my white numb staring-at-the-screen-for-too-long face.
I've had enough internet for today. I'm going to go upstairs now to attempt to watch The Blind Side for the fourth time. I fell asleep midway through the other three times. I'm blaming it on the pregnancy, because the movie seems to be good. That is, what parts I remember before completely zonking out. Lately I feel like I could sleep 24/7, and I probably really could.
Which is what I'm gonna go do now. Er, I mean.. watch this movie. Goodnight.
P.S. I have a very exciting review coming up that I'll fill you all in on later. It actually has to do with meeting with a real representative from a real company! *gasp* I don't even own a suite and tie. Oh, wait. Nevermind.