Actually this morning I had written a short and bitter post about how I never get nominated for anything but hadn't hit the 'publish' button. It was sitting feeling sorry for itself in the 'draft' section. The amount of twitter blog type people I follow that keep saying "I've been nominated in not 1 but 50 categories!". I was happy for the ones that I like and follow but not for the ones who never blog about anything in particular - you know the album fillers of the blog world. I was beginning to feel a bit dejected and all self pitying like Cinderella - did she really need to go to the ball I mean she had all that cleaning to do?!
I was about to examine the reasons why no fucker had put my name forward - being a tad aggressive may have been a reason do you suppose? I think I may well have nominated myself (yes I have no shame and am a sad individual - see previous couple of posts to get the picture), however, I'm unsure as to whether or not that would have seen me through to the next round. So I can only assume then that someone else nominated me too. Maybe it was when I had a twitter attack and said something along the lines of "vote for me you bastards" as one person did say my intimidation tactics worked and rushed off to nominate me!
Anyway, all's fair in love and blog war and I am not going to worry about how I got there - I just got there!
|Did she really have time to go to the ball? Was she selfish for leaving all the cleaning to the animals whilst she tried to bag herself a Prince?|