This is sad. I’ve written several fun, seriously mouthy blog posts about guilty pleasure movies, strong writing words and even a tiny little sort of political rant about scary men who shouldn’t get votes whether a person is pro life or pro choice. And hey, that’s YOUR choice.
But, his lack of compassion and his creepy description make me ill. Let me see if it’ll let me put a link in here. Read this Romance Novel Reviews – Smart Bitches: Bill Napoli is spelled A-S-S-H-A-T and then this Bill Napoli
But… I still can’t use my freaking “enter” key in here and double space. Need the spaces, man. Need them. And don’t you hate it when you happen to reread an old post and find spelling errors! Sorry, wandered a sec. So, I’ll be back when this thing isn’t giving me fits. Ugh. Should have seen what I did to my Write Snark store today. Crashed that baby and had to rebuild. Hm…. maybe it’s me.
Came back to add one more thing and I can double space! I’ll post a more interesting blog tomorrio. But until then, I made this image better– the fork doesn’t look so… so melted.
