Welcome to my World.

It's not FCN anymore. And it's not CN. Now, it's F, which stands for Totally Awesome.

My fellow contributors are both out of state. They left me trusting messages like "our baby is in your hands," and "We have some unfinished posts you can touch up and use."

Well, I'm not using their posts, thank you. And I'm pinching the baby. FCN is all mine until Monday, and I intend to have some fun. You've seen those hacked websites with big red letters carrying some obscene message until the admins get back into the code and fix it? Well, FCN is going to be a little like that for the next few days, only it isn't being hacked. It's going unsupervised. Stand back, Mommy G. Stand back, Em. Heck, stand back everyone. This is my time. I'm not here to serve the audience. I'm going to do whatever strikes my fancy and I'll write whatever I want whenever I want, and while I'm at it, I'm not going to work out and I'll eat whatever I want and stay up late watching violent movies and I'll get tattoos on my upper arms and torso and the back of my hamstrings and I'll snort sugar and drink too much Coke and mix mustard into everything and paint my walls pink and send Will You Marry Me emails to all my friends and kidnap my neighbor's poodle and throw cucumbers at the gal in the Post Office and wear lots of heavy chains with white leather jackets and turn my collar up and not answer my phone and never take off my sunglasses even to sleep.

I am so. Excited. No, I have not had caffeine.

Okay, yes I have.

I've arbitrarily gone through the FCN code and deleted things. I really didn't know what I was doing; Uncle Wally is the one who put it up in the first place. But hey. We need shakeup. I'm sure Uncle Wally can fix it back on Monday.

I'm going to go get another Coke, and while I'm gone, I'll post this. Then I'll go do something really devious. No, you do not want to know.