Title: Struggling to conjure one up this week I'm afraid, blogger.com

I have been incessantly wondering these past few weeks the exact purpose of this blog. And, despite probing my mother and step-father for answers, I have failed in my quest for the answer. They have, of course, given me the answer, it's just I haven't the foggiest what they're talking about and I don't want to sound overly dim-witted in re-asking my question (probably followed with a hideously antisocial and neanderthalic grunt, thus, giving the inclination that they should, perhaps, explain it again as if I were about 5 years old. So, it is here on my poorly followed blog that I confess to my lack of technological and business-y knowledge. I do know that it has something to do with "links" and "page rankings", but the thought of going into too much detail on the matter, to me, forecasts nothing other than utter tedium. It is for this reason that I shall continue to wonder for a while and leave this topic alone.
I used a word in the last paragraph that isn't technically a word. Neanderthalic is actually a word I searched, with the intention of finding out whether it was a word or not, and found that it was recognised by the Urban dictionary. It holds perhaps one the greatest, and perhaps the most relevant definition, considering my previous point about stupidness, I've ever stumbled across.
"The act or state of being a dumbass." I realise that nobody technically cares whether it's a real word or not, and I suppose it's almost guaranteed that no-one reading this would have the dullness within them to research it anyway. However, I felt the need to share that quite brilliant definition with anyone who reads this.
I do now have a little witter, as per usual. The following people have failed to comment on last week's post as requested and will, therefore, frazzle in Hell for doing so, I presume.

Auntie Rachel
Uncle Bob  (Bob's your uncle - Haha)
Kayleigh
Stephen
Pete
Zoe

Thank you to the following:

Mum
Jess
Sophie
Myself

I shall now make an announcement that has severly damaged our family. It is the tragic news that Dreams will be ending their SALE at 8pm this coming Tuesday. (Guaranteed, if Soph is reading this she will have probably at least smirked, if not laughed at the word coming, due to her significant lack of maturity at times. Bless her, I'm the same.) If Zoe is reading this, you will A) laugh at my previous comment.
B) gone into a dither about the fact I'm talking about you with about 5 other people.
Anyway, their sale is ending, and it's tragic really. They never seem to last quite long enough. Thank goodness, DFS, ScS and co are still sale-ing = sailing in a none-boaty way, I suppose.
If you are also at a loss with Dreams' end of sale, feel free to buy a bed from AAA Bedz and Furniture .
I could now spend this paragraph wittering about how I have a well known desire for people to comment on my blog, mainly just because I want to know how many people actually read it. I have had a few votes on my poll this week, all of which, except one, are good. One person has said that they didn't enjoy it and that's fair enough. That's their own demented opinion. I can't please everybody, or perhaps anybody.

Now, get on with your week! (After you've commented of course)

x