The sometimes profane personal diary of a flight attendant with Social Phobia, Depression, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and Suicidal Tendencies. Good times.
That's a little bit disturbing. Do you think there was 'anyone' sitting in it?
I actually once put a chair on someone's doorstep. He understood the gag, but his parents did not. She found it disturbing.
You realise you're just making it weirder by leaving this post up. Are you trying to tell me you're stopping blogging. Empty Chair. Know what I mean?
No, I don't get it.
Would you explain? If you do I will write poetry for you
If you wont explain, I will go watch my favorite movie with roomie. But I will write you poetry for you anywayUncircumcised Dolphins Understand Energy Measurment Methods
Well the empty chair could sybolise that you are no longer in the seat behind the computer. Hence 'stop blogging'.I want poetry!Could you also and offer hugs and firendship to that girl Q.
Yes, that is what it means, I was just checking to see if you understood it. This is my last post. The reason? This person named Satan, who's blog I find offensive keeps visiting here. I am ending my blog as a statement of how morally evolved I amPoetry for you:X-rated Mouse shows always begin zoo celebrating marathons
I nooooo... not you too.Thanks for the poetry.I am being genuine about say hello to Q though. Seing as you are morally evolved please find it in your heart.
HeheheWV: luvv q a - Love Q hey?
other people keep saying "Vegimite!"
What? Vegemite, I don't understand.I don't think Q wants to be friendly. That makes me sad. She thinks my wittle cwaracter is being condescending. Oh dear. *sniff*
Did she say something unfriendly to my comment?You know I think your site gets offensive, but not because of what you write, but some of those guys get SOOO crude! LOLDon't let your feelings get hurt for real (they aren't too much are they?) to each their own. You cant cheer up everyone in the worldThe vegimite comment was a poem, here is another:No woman is really craving sandwiches
Some people are sooo suspicious, they never just let goodness in. oh dear. Yes, those boys can be a little naughty, but I've asked them to play nice.I would write you a poem too but it's a wittle too difficult for a wittle wabbit. *hippity hop*
I think she is not enjoying the joke or feeling cheered up, maybe you can write on your blog that at first you were doing it to cheer her up but now you have decided you like the new format and wish to keep it. I am going to go to bed now, MWAHBe niceLazy sundays finish zippy books labeled "juice pulp"
Sleep well. I think I'll do that.WV: not very welcome just yet
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