mystefied
I do not think I spelled that right.
Oh well.
What mystefies me is that people read my blog.
I just don't get it.
I mean sure, I read people's blogs... and I comment them occassionally if I am able...
(is it just me, or does my spelling keep getting worse and worse?)
But still, it shocks me that people read mine.
And gosh darn it, I wanna know WHO.
But please, note, people, that reading my blog is NOT a substitute for talking / calling / spending time with me. Some people seem to have gotten the idea that just because they read my blog, they are exempt from actual personal contact with me.
Do I smell or something?
I do not think so!
So go ahead, read my blog, but I am way more desperate to just talk or spend time together instead. Plus it is totally unfair if I cannot cyber-stalk YOU. At least comment me or something so that there is some assemblance of give and take here. :)
Thanks!
Oh well.
What mystefies me is that people read my blog.
I just don't get it.
I mean sure, I read people's blogs... and I comment them occassionally if I am able...
(is it just me, or does my spelling keep getting worse and worse?)
But still, it shocks me that people read mine.
And gosh darn it, I wanna know WHO.
But please, note, people, that reading my blog is NOT a substitute for talking / calling / spending time with me. Some people seem to have gotten the idea that just because they read my blog, they are exempt from actual personal contact with me.
Do I smell or something?
I do not think so!
So go ahead, read my blog, but I am way more desperate to just talk or spend time together instead. Plus it is totally unfair if I cannot cyber-stalk YOU. At least comment me or something so that there is some assemblance of give and take here. :)
Thanks!


2 Comments:
Here - reading ... not as frequently as I would like .. not always sure what to comment, as a cyber-lurking-not-quite-stalker-friend :O)
Frannie
I read your blog because it is so honest. The media and the modern world in general are obsessed with image and that veneer of what is supposed to be a perfect life. You tell it all, the ups as well as the downs.
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