VLOG: The V isn't for "Vagina"
I tried my hand at V-logging, or VLOGging or V-whatevering last night.
The "v" isn't for "vagina", by the way. I know that might be everyone's first thought: "Oh, you know that Maven, always waving her vagina around..."
No, the V is for "video." And why on earth would I put myself on video? Because I thought it would be easier than writing.
I. Was. Wrong. (And I explain why in thevagina video.)
The "v" isn't for "vagina", by the way. I know that might be everyone's first thought: "Oh, you know that Maven, always waving her vagina around..."
No, the V is for "video." And why on earth would I put myself on video? Because I thought it would be easier than writing.
I. Was. Wrong. (And I explain why in the
Anyone who has any idea what a T.A.R.D.I.S. is is now really jealous of my mug. And you should be, because it's damn fabulous. I've wanted one for over a year; and in the magical instant gratification world of the internets, that might as well be my entire life. And now I have one, I'm going to drink coffee out of it
every single day. And rejoice a fair bit while I do it, too.
Wow. Sometimes - like when I read my own stuff - it becomes apparent to me just how lame I can be.
Uh, and by "lame" I mean "incredible". Yeah. Haven't you heard of "lame" being used in that way? It's the new "sick".
True story.
Sorta.