With a flick of the switch, she turned on the computer and navigated to the site. A few keystrokes, a few mouse clicks, and few tequila shots later, she had committed. There was no going back.
Queen Virgo decided to write a few* posts ahead of time in case things got hectic and she felt herself in a time crunch (*few = 26). But then, being the perfectionista that she is, she decided she hated everything she’d ever written, and so she resorted to using fresh material.Twenty-six days ensued, and like that line at the IKEA return counter (where you have to get a number from the number-giving machine) that you think will never end and they will never call you and you will end up not able to go home to your family for fear of them calling your number right when you step away to make a quick phone call (to the returns department of IKEA) or to use the ladies’ room to check your shiny red lipstick which is mostly worn off from pouting, right then when you are gone, that is when you know they will call your number and so as a precautionary measure you end up getting a job in the IKEA café just because you are still waiting for them to call your number, and that is when you hear them call—
“Number 26, please? Number 26 is up!”Just like that, the alphabet is all over.
You have to admit: you saw it coming. Queen Virgo tried to warn you, what with going methodically in order and all. She even went so far as to set you up on blind dates with other blogs (Clay Baboons, Crack You Whip, Good Youngman Brown) to let you down easy.Queen Virgo is tired. She needs to hop in a taxi and get away for a day or two. Please understand.