What many Blog War n00bs don't understand, is that a good strategist doesn't confine a blog war to the blogoshpere; just like a good general doesn't confine his battles to the cities and towns. No, we must seek out our opponent in their element, rattle them.

So as my first strike, I drunk-dialed the crap out of Jenelle last Friday. Now, I don't remember every single word that was said (as is the nature of the drunk dial); but I do remember having a good time. Which probably means it was torture for her; making the manuever an outstanding success. At some point she had to bail, I think she had to go to a History QuizBowl Challenge of the Champions or something like that, I don't know.

In an effort to infer that my intentions of blog warfare are simply a product of some sort of ailing social life (sorry, I don't know how she drew that conclusion either) the evil 'She Who Would Be Queen of the Mundane' (as I could only surmise from her posts as of late that exemplify the trivial) has asserted that I married the wrong woman.

In reality, what we're seeing here is a last ditch attempt to legitimize the hurt that she must feel; knowing that the one she held for herself during those private times really belongs to another.

I'm totally normal with it though, because I'm so used to being coveted by all my internet biatches.

So, Jenelle addmitedly wouldn't introduce me to her friends.

Well, I say fine. Oh and Paul, I wouldn't long so deeply for a photoblog issue of her swimsuit shopping. Let's just say I've got my confidential sources and it's not pretty.

And to think, all this time I was proudly showing her blog to all my friends. Well I bet she just saves my posts for late at night, when no one's around, and she can keep me all to herself. Either way she's a naughty, naughty little Spinster; and she's gonna get spanked.