Shawty got tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired.

Sorry about the lack of posting this week.  Things have been complicated, I’ve been tired, blah blah blah.  And don’t get me started on Google.

Anyway.  My Viggo Mortensen fantasies will be forthcoming, later today if I don’t totally blow it, but if anybody that reads this cares today’s the last day to vote in the Bloggies.  Not that anything I’m super-excited about is nominated.  As much as I love the Fug Girls, I almost never check it anymore, I’m pretty indifferent to Postsecret, and Perez Hilton makes me wanna die, and not in a good way.

Unrelatedly, the new Flo Rida song posted by the Mixtape Maestro the other day is killing me, and not in a good way.  But he also posted about Duffy, so I can’t be totally annoyed.