We've had good times together, I know we have. You've said some funny stuff, I've said some funny stuff, we've laughed, cried, cringed, eaten way more ice cream than the FDA recommends. We're buds, I believe that.
So I can be real with you. Life has been, in a word, CRAZY. Crizazy. Which unfortunately means I've been too busy to make the desired rounds of my favorite blogs. But I try to check in on the Google Reader and see who's saying what around the hinterwebs. And I'm noticing a disturbing trend.
You're having contents. Cool contests. With fun things like ARCs and pretty books and maybe a fun doodad or two. Okay, I get it. Contests are fun. Contests make people happy. Heck, contests make me happy.
But you know what doesn't make me happy, blog-o-buddies? When you have awesome contests that I can't enter because I'm too mother-fudging busy. It's like you all got together and decided to pass out all the fun books when I was out sick from class.
I'll kindly ask you to cease and desist with the awesomeness until I'm at a point where I can enter your fabulous contests again. I think this is a perfectly reasonable request, don't you, gentle readers?
Sincerely and with much love and hope of fun cool things coming her way,
P.S. ALL YOUR BOOKS ARE BELONG TO US.