If you haven’t guessed by the name of the domain, I’m Stef Dawson and this is my corner of cyberspace dedicated to all things random. I’m unhappy with my breasts, in debt, may never walk again if I don't forward this to 25 people in the next 9 seconds, really should protect my computer against harmful viruses and Trojans, and my vices are cheap medication, next door babes, Vicodin, and Xanax … or so the spam companies appear to think. I’m also a bit strange. That’s me over there. No, not that way, that picture over there. How many people look like that who aren’t in the loony bin?
At the moment I’m too lazy to finish the site. Not that a web site should ever be deemed ‘finished’ per se, but at the very least it should have content worthy of reading, and perhaps distracting, flashing advertisements. Ergo, with it somewhat lacking on both these counts, this site is labelled Work In Progress and is subject to change that could par-broil the fabric of time.
If you’re the sort of person that twitches like a fourteen year old schoolgirl if you don’t tweet every 8 minutes, check out the latest happenings to prove just how glacial my site updates are. If you’re in any way dissatisfied with what’s new, feel free to send me an email and I’ll either send you back an estimate of when I’ll get this darn site firing on more than one cylinder1 or point at your hat and laugh.
1 smallprint: One estimate per customer. Management reserve the right for the estimate to be within 3 parsecs (plus or minus) of the actual time the site works properly. No correspondence (after the initial correspondence of course) will be entered into. English teachers please forgive the last sentence ending with a preposition. Calls cost no more than thruppence a second and last for a week. Calls may be monitored for training porpoises. The editor’s decision is unanimous and his own, so ner.
