Ever felt like you were being watched?
Like, maybe there was someone lurking in your bushes, rooting through your garbage, taking naked pictures of you with one of those souped-up camera lenses?
Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean no one's after you.
In fact, this week, notebook in hand, a member of the blogerati has been surreptitiously following me around, recording just a small smattering of the wildly witty things I said.
Please visit Blog TO, faun over my stunningly accurate profile, and leave me a comment at the bottom...or else the terrorists win.