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because I am queen of this computer

Cami Kaos

23 Feb 2009 — 1 min read

I just made it through 100+ blog posts in my google reader.

So some of them were pictures of cats and I didn't have to read more than a sentence...

And who cares if I just deleted a few after glancing at them and realizing how long they were...

So what if I only left a comment on one of them?

I still made it through a ton of posts including but not limited to: COOKIES of all kinds, an adorable little girl at a wedding being very tired, benches, shaved heads, blog destinations, cute cats, someone feeling poorly, Portland tech happenings, my own posts, purchased houses, Oscar parties, someone near turning 39, a movie review, a vibrator related injury, rainbows (one on a wall and one in the road), girl scouts, Muppets, super heroes and so many other things that if I try to recount them all I'm sure to go crazy trying to ensure I don't leave anyone out.

I know I've been a big slacker in the blog world as of late (both writing and reading) but I feel like all that blog reading in such a short time totally makes up for it. I now consider the blogosphere and I even.

For now.

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