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I'm no cow, but...

I just got tagged.

By a cheater, no less. Well, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt, and say that he is merely putting a spin on this whole tagging game. You see, my tagger was tagged by someone who said "list 8 random things about you". Then he tagged 6 people (and he was supposed to tag 8 people - see? Eight facts, 8 people.) So John is all like, Joe wants me to list 7 random facts about myself....uh, ok. And then tags 6 people. So the way I see it, I only have to list 6 random facts about myself, and then tag 6 people. Right? And the people I tag would just list 5 random things about themselves and then tag 6 people (because the only constant here is that everyone is tagging 6 people, regardless of the number of random facts they list), and so on and so forth, until the final victim tagee actually does not have to list anything (or perhaps they list a negative number of facts, in which case their would be no final tagee, but an infinite potential for this meme to continue - cuz that's just what we need). Or we could just go with the whole, "I'm gonna make up my own rules to this game, and if I tag someone else, they can make up their own rules too." Does anyone see why I hate memes?

*sigh* Onward.

6. I sometimes make up my own rules to stuff.

5. Tags make me nervous. (The meme-kind, that is)

4. I am thirsty right now.

3. Tags make me thirsty.

2. My favorite blogger is my sister.

1. I think Paris should go back to jail.

Should anyone be able to decode the above "rules" of this tag, feel free to consider yourself tagged. No, scratch that. I hate when people do 'open tags'. No, you must be tagged. Individually, and by name. Having said that, no one is tagged. Stop the madness!!

Good day.

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