Cinderella

I want to write a formal appology Cinderella. Today I learned what it is truely like to scrub a floor on your hands and knees. Let me say that you have not lived until you are forced to attack a mixture of mold, dryed dough, raisins, oats, dirt, dust, flour, greace, and scum remover with nothing but a green scrubbie and your fingernails. It was a truely humbling experiance for a girl like me. I have done some pretty dirty work in my short life but nothing, as of yet, has ever compared to that. I always question your motives, and never liked you much. I came to believe you were a abnormally perky gold digger. I will never speak harsh words towards you again. I too would strive to marry rich if I were force to do that everyday.

Webfetti

This is officail hate mail to WEBFETTI, almost certainly one of the most complicated, simple things on this planet Earth. I was inticailly drawn in to this site by the flashy pages and cheery name, who would have guess it would turn into something that will haunt me in my now Layout infested nightmares. I read through the instructions on how to add a ritzy Layout to my blog, it seem reasonably straight forward and undemanding, it lies. I spent hours and hours adjusting and readjusting what I thought might be wrong, adding spaces to the "code" so its format would be formated right. Pure stubbornness has taken over. I needed that oh so cute template for my newly created blog, no other one will do. I hate you Webfetti for the hours of my life wasted on your flawed "code". I now vow I will have what you have denied me, that charmingly, delightful, bright green layout you falsely promised me. One day it will grace the pages of my blog.