Your MeMe Turned Into a HeHe

*Cough cough*:
My birthday is this weekend. I'm not saying which day it is but if you're worth the thousands of dollars invested into your fancy education, you'd be able to guess exactly which two days constitutes a weekend. If you have no idea, go back to school.

Anyway, anyone wants to buy me a drink? Or dinner? Or a XBox 360? Or a life?

I got tagged to do a Meme over the weekend by Pelf. I agreed to do the meme because Pelf studies terrapins and that's hot. It makes me wish I were a terrapin too so that I could get myself studied by her. Since I am not a terrapin, she'll just have to marvel at my magnificence from a distance.

On a side note, do you know what's cooler than studying terrapins? Oranges. Anyone who studies oranges is hot. And I'm hot.

Moving on.

Some higher diety must have had better plans for that meme. It's as if the heavens conspired to prevent me from raping yet another meme and making a pure and total mockery out of it. By some divine intervention, Pelf's IT senses started tingling much like how Spiderman's spider sense tingles when trouble is around and much like how little perverted boys' pants tingle whenever they see a girl with huge knockers.

Answering the call of her IT sense, she started playing around with some Wordpress stuff and ended up deleting all her post. One of the casualties of that was the meme.

I am distressed. I really wanted to do that meme. The title of today's post was supposed to be Monday Meme. I feel so stripped of a bimbotic post title now. *sobz sobz wee wee wee sobz sobz*

Pelf, I know somewhere deep down in my stomach that you're reading this. If I were a terrapin, I would give you a hug. But since I'm not, my heartfelt sympathies for you lost post. Believe me, I know how it feels. I am, after all, on Blogger. And Blogger just loves making my post play hide and seek with me whenever I type something long.

And to the rest of you readers, I tag you guys to do this non-existent meme. Now go on and be good little darlings.