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Speaking of Copycatters

As a mere peasant of the blogosphere, I bow down before a Queen Blogger -- Anonymous Midwest Girl. Her link's on my favorite links list to the right.

Because, as I've said before, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and I am truly interested in trying this trick out -- I'm stealing one of AMG's ideas for my own blog.

And it's ok, really, because she stole it from someone too. So I'm actually an accessory of sorts to HER crime.

This idea involves Googling oneself. Put your name and the word "needs" into Google and do a search. See what it is that you need. Quite a useful and amusing tool, that Google. So, what do I need? (I made NONE of them up and, in several cases, I have no idea what they mean.)

Amy needs...to either wake up or start getting some extra will-power
Amy needs...a new pair of shoes
Amy needs...some space, self-esteem
Amy needs...to mend her ways and be more of a team player
Amy needs...sex
Amy needs...healing in her body and more faith in the lord
Amy needs...to get out the monkeysicle and do some tests on him and whatnot
Amy needs...to figure out what the hell is going on
Amy needs...to go abroad so she can have her fingers regenerated
Amy needs...our help
Amy needs...to suck it up
Amy needs...a face plate
Amy needs...to just be quiet now

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Brianne said…
Oh that was going around MySpace a while back. It's fun though:

Brianne needs...someone with money.
Brianne needs...a little supervision now and then.
Brianne needs...to start participating.
Brianne needs...to be here.
Brianne needs...to read up on Logotherapy.

Another good one is the Advertising Slogan Generator. Check it out: http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan
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