Fabulous

I keep track (in a casual sort of way) of how many people read this here piece of me. The information I get includes the person's location (country, sometimes a city), the time, and the entry page. If there was a Google search that led them here, it tells me what they searched for.

So I get a lot because of my link to the crazy e-Bay mom, the nude ballet, and my perfect feet(I can say that because everything else about me is so fucked up). But sometimes, there's something a little out of the ordinary that leads people down the Secrets & Lies path. Today I got one that is so awesome, I can't even imagine what kind of person started this search.

Search Terms:

"I'm so fabulous I puke glitter."

I have to say that on a day that I am in a preety not chipper mood, the fact that something like this would end up on my page makes me feel pretty good. Like google thinks I am so fabulous I puke glitter.(very few people know that about me, so Google's insight is nothing short of amazing) I often forget about how fabulous I am. There will be many stories to come about how non-fabulous I feel. But for this moment, it's all ok. Because I'm fabulous.

And I puke glitter. (among other things)