tardiness

as Bec is laid up with some dreaded lurgy that befell me last week, as work consumes all my energy, as the incubus compels me to be horizontal at any opportunity, Glamorouse has suffered. I have nothing particularly enlightening, humorous or deep to comment on as at this point in time, my state of mind is exhaustion. But... if you want to know how to piss me off really easily, its writing, and then reproducing articles like this one. It seems appropriate the author's name is Ablow, as he can ablow his thoughts up his own arse as far as I'm concerned.