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Friday, 14 November 2008

NaBloPoMo-OHNO!


I secretly signed up to NaBloPoMo. I thought it would be a cinch, since it seems like I am the girl who wouldn't shut up. But now I am not going to complete it. I am not going to blog every day this month. And this is because I am going away on holiday! Tomorrow! I still can't believe it is happening. I only started organising this about a week and a half ago, and I am so used to things not working out for me. I have been refused visas for bizzarre reasons so many times now that I expect things to go wrong, you know?

I am not used to stuff happening. This year has been a year of not much going on. Except bad stuff, which I could do without. But now I am going away from it all for a week and I cannot wait.

So what happens if I break NaBloPoMo? Does my blog become cursed? Will I have bad blog karma for ever more? Eeep. Well I will find out. I suppose I could schedule posts for every day I am away, but that is more than a little anal. 

I never told anyone where we are going in case it never came true. Now I'm thinking I should make you guess. What a meanie. I would give something away to the correct guessers, but, well, I don't want to give you anything. HA! Mine.

Just kidding. What I will do is, if you guess correctly, I will dedicate an entire minute of my thoughts to you when I get back. I will even try Peas on toast's  trick of asking the universe for whatever it is you want most. A whole minute. Think about it.

Although, judging by my karma this year, if I am asking the universe for something, you are almost guaranteed not to get it, so it's up to you.

Clues:

1) geometry is an important feature of this place

2) it is not Europe. They won't have me. I smell.

3) it is 24 degrees there today. I have become a sun slut, I don't care where I am going, so long as it involves some rays.

4) they don't have llamas, which is a bummer, but they do have some similar looking beasties who can fit through the eye of a needle.


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This is so freaking easy that I am going to be spending at least a day ordering stuff from the cosmic catalogue for you.

Do you want a pony? What if I ask for a pony for you and you get a baby instead? Or a baked potato?

You better make sure your contraceptives are working really well. And have lots of butter and salt ready just in case.