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Cami Kaos

11 Apr 2008 — 1 min read

In all honesty I've been avoiding tags like the plague.

I have... if you've tagged me I haven't noticed. I've built up these special blinders that serve one purpose and one purpose only... to keep my from having to do things that other people want me to do...

They're generally pretty effective except that the other day I was making my rounds and bad mom had a post up that made me laugh laugh laugh... then she started tagging people and damn it if I didn't see my name there plain as day... my name at the bottom of the post.

She got me... and now I feel compelled to comply so without further delay I present to you

5 classes that should have been taught in school

:

1- Internet friendships 101
2- etiquette and the art of twitter
3- care and feeding of the male ego
4- making bacon a fat free food
5- how to sing karaoke sober and not care that you look like a fool...

I'm not tagging anyone though. No.

I won't do it. You can't make me...

Oh... except that Holly has to do it. And... maybe... Mel... and um.... Denise. Oh hell, Jo... you too...

I'm not kind... maybe there should have been a class on kindness?

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