My Brain Has to Tell My Lungs to Breathe...

Greetings, dedicated fans. I hope there's lots of you. I'm guessing that as of right now, though, there is approximately... one. Two, including me. I'm dedicated. I want to thank my new BFFL, Jon, for setting this whole shebang up for me. VISIT HIS BLOG AT lifeofakidnamedjon.blogspot.com!!! Once I calm down, (that's not going to happen for, oh, I don't know, forever?) I'll figure out how to add cool stuff, like banners and links to other sites I frequent. I frequent very cool sites. Anyways, if you read Jon's blog, you know me better as THE REAL ANONYMOUS. So, you can call me whatever you want I guess. Your Highness, Your Excellency, THE R.A., Spaz, or Sarah works too. It's all the same to me. I'm cool like that. DID I MENTION HOW EXCITED I AM? I am FUH-REAKING OUT! If I knew where we kept paper bags in this house, I would be breathing into one. Does that actually work? I've never seen anyone do it in real life. I'm also smiling like one of those greeting people at Wal-Mart. Slightly crazy looking, one of those people you kind of nod at and then hurry by, while you mutter sympathetically about how the bad economy affects everyone. That's me. Welcome to my world. Don't eat the yellow snow.