Goddesses of the internet...


I'm not even going to pretend that I'm not secretly elated to have the same sheets on my bed as Heather B. Armstrong has on hers, nor am I going to deny that I squealed a little bit to find that Maggie Mason and I both watched Fight Club in the past few days. I could fill a whole page of links to entries by Sarah Brown which seem to have been written directly from my head (with much more humor and eloquence), but I'll save those for another time.

Meanwhile, back to idolizing bloggers in secret.