Disorderly

I get a kick out of looking at the “search string” section of my blog stats. I often either feel appalled or tickled. I often find search strings related to the p to the orn industry… apparently “Jenny” is a popular name in that circle. I wouldn’t know from experience. It’s what I have ascertained as a result of blogging. Really! I wouldn’t know… Seriously. Quit it. I am serious!

A recent search string has me bent over in hysterical laughter. Somehow I have communicated one of two things to the Interwoven Web of the Whole Wide World

1. I currently have “… a disorder that affects you to where you can’t get organized or keep things tidy”.
2. Or… I know how to deal with “…. a disorder that affects you to where you can’t get organized or keep things tidy”

Somehow, MY blog came up when someone searched that phrase. I feel a bit guilty because I’m sure I was of absolutely No. Help… Zilch. Zero. Negatron. But perhaps I was able to be of some comfort. Do you want to know what post it took that searcher to? This one. It was a post about how I love to have things clean, but don’t know how to get there. Just a post of nothing leading to a long trail of nothing – no helpful suggestions, only the bleeding of my heart.

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