I'm having one of those Sharon Stone moments where I just know that I'm really doing the best that I can. Putting myself out there and working it and giving my all to the crowd. But then no one applauds, or writes, or even calls.
Over at Gridskipper it seems that they are awarding the best urban blogs and Manhattan Offender has garnered not even one nomination. Okay, so I'm not the world's best urban blogger or even the best blogger in Manhattan. But there are nominees for best gay urban blog that haven't even posted in months. And a quick check in the mirror confirms that I should get a nod for hottest urban blogger. And surely, surely, this post means that someone, oh someone, would send to a nominatory email to tips@gridskipper.com (before midnight tonight) to nominate me for most inane.
