Brace yourselves. This link is too important to be docked over to the sidebar.

CouponChief.com.

I know. It sounds ridiculous and cheesy and whatnot, but trust me when I say that I'm gosh dang psyched to have found this link. In real life, I rarely use coupons because I inevitably find a cute shirt the day after the coupon expires. Either that, or I've left the coupon at home. (Or the coupon is both expired and at home.) My mother, on the other hand, is really good at the coupon game, as was evidenced today when she knocked $60 off of our already on sale! purchases at New York & Co.

The one time I do use coupons, however, is when I'm shopping online. Mostly, I do this when ordering books from Barnes & Noble. I get weekly emails from Barnes & Noble regarding their most recent coupons, but CouponChief.com might help me clear out my inbox. Whenever I want to make a purchase, I can just skip on over to the page dedicated to B&N coupons and see what deals are currently available. Handy? I'd say so. Plus, there are links to like a billion other sites, which means that if I decide to buy something for one of my illiterate "friends," I can still save money.

This site might mean the difference between cafeteria food and real meals when I go back to school in the Spring . . . Or the difference between bathing in perfume and being able to afford to use the laundry machines.

I managed to take a chunk out of my finger while playing piano last night, which in and of itself ought to tell you what a bad-ass pirate I truly am. On top of this, I scored four mosquito bites across my knuckles in the course of a ten-minute drive from my church to my house.

Needless to say, I have two Spongebob Squarepants bandages on my right hand, with some Curious George ones in store for the other hand. True, I do have some sweet pirate bandages that my good friend Rich bought for my 21st birthday, but I save those for ninja-inflicted wounds.

If my mad skillz in real life weren't impressive enough, I've been presented with a wicked awesome internet gift/award/badge thing by the one and only Golfwidow:

Yes, I know. I got a spaghetti cat from Golfwidow, one of my favorite people on the whole internet, the wonderful woman who earned herself a real Rockin' Girl Blogger badge (as seen here). I've been screeching in delight for days now. You can screech with me. We'll throw spaghetti in the air! And cats! Just not real ones. I like cats.

Josh G. from Osmium posted a link to this site a few days ago. It rates your blog as if it were a movie. Oddly enough, mine was rated "G" for one mention of the word "gun," while Dooce.com was rated PG-13 for using the word "poop" once.

The most interesting part of this site—and indeed, perhaps of the whole internet—was discovering a link at the bottom that told me that my cadaver is worth $4890! Seeing that I have roughly $15 to my name (but owe $30,000+ in school loans), it seems that I really am worth more dead than alive. Thanks, internet!

However, if I do end up living long enough to marry and have children and all that jazz, I hope I remember what I wrote on a Post-It a few days ago:

I would name my kid Slevin if there were a guarantee that he would grow up to look like Josh Hartnett. Actually, scratch that. That's just bound to lead to issues. I would name my kid Slevin if there were a guarantee that my husband would look like Josh Hartnett.

Obviously, I would like all the money I make from my cadaver to be donated to the Post-It people. Life just wouldn't be the same without them.