What? It's January already?

I can't believe that it's been over a month since I last blogged. It seems like a mere five weeks since my last post. On the bright side, I've used the time to craft a clever, informative, well-honed post.

Of course not. It's the same ol' crap as always. Since all my regular readers have by now abandoned any hope of seeing a new post here, I can write about them with impunity. For instance, did you know that Pog buys the cheapest shampoo she can find? Moobs drinks milk out of the carton. I'm not kidding. Heather picks up bits of lettuce that have fallen on the floor and throws them in the salad bowl when no one is looking. I swear. Belgian Waffle sometimes put recylable plastics in with the non-recyclable garbage. Oh yes she does. Claudia once parked without putting a sufficient amount of money in the meter. Bobble has a stash of pictures showing dolls in skimpy lingerie and compromising positions—could I make this stuff up? Helen admitted that she still thinks of it as Bombay rather than Mumbai, to this very day.

Whew. I feel much better having gotten these sordid secrets off my chest. Especially since I know that the above-mentioned will be none the wiser.