Last night I had bad, bad dreams about the previous entry. I know you're all thinking I'm some sort of freak. I don't have the finger any more, okay? Not since I was two days old. I have perfectly normal hands! Please don't alienate me from your hallowed society!
Thanks Rory Baby for informing me via the comments that this here blog is a Bloggies finalist, in the categories of Best Aussie/NZ Blog and Best-Kept-Secret Blog. So to whichever lovely kiddies nominated the Pussycat, thanks!
What great timing on my part that I have all these extra visitors and the first thing they read is Shauna Was A Six-Fingered Freak. Just fantastic. Would you vote for a mutant?
Aside from a bazillion dodgy 2GZ albums, the last thing I won was 2nd place in the 50 metres butterfly at the Small Schools Swimming Carnival in 1989. Granted, there were only two people in the race. And I had to be fished out of the pool by the lifeguards about the 25 metre mark. Butterfly is a dirty bitch of a stroke, I tells ya.