This week I'm renting out the old homestead to Miss Ann Thrope, who has been blogging since--get this, you posers--2001.
Miss Ann is a legend, and not just in her own mind (although she's probably that, too--she admits to being narcissistic.) She's one of the bitches who reviews blogs on I Talk Too Much. Her reviews are pitiless. Pretty much. I mean, she has moments where she doesn't lash her victims into a bloody froth. But they are few.
She's cranky, narcissistic, funny, evil, and hyper-critical. And red-headed.
But all you need to know is:
1. I read her blog regularly. And I'm pretty goddamned picky.
2. I'm flattered that she would rent from me. I'm a cheap landlord and I tend to get quite a few bids for renting space, but Miss Ann is famous.
3. If she doesn't get enough clicks, she'll hate me and my blog. And I'll never be able to hang out with the cool chicks.
Please click on the little thumbnail over to the left and tell Miss Thrope that Poppy sent you.
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