The hell?? Earlier tonight I was laying in my bed, enjoying the blessed silence and thinking of ways I could increase my already staggering awesomeness when I get a call.
It was Lisa fresh from her trip from Atlanta, but that's not the important part. The part that got my attention was that she told me that I had a "fan". This is really no surprise to me since I have millions of them, but she told this one actually had the balls to leave a comment.
Usually I don't bother to look at my comment tab because honestly I forget it's there, but apparently some chick from Canada for crying out loud really digs my blog (they all do). She left a rather lengthy comment, giving me multiple props about my awesomeness and blah, blah, blah. I guess that's pretty cool. She said she told all her friend's about my blog and they dig it as well (imagines scantily clad 18-26 girls giggling at computer screen and engaging in an all out tickle fight for no good reason and saying "aboot" a lot)hehehehe...
Um... where was I? Oh yeah, she seems like a cool girl and all, but with my luck she's probably some underaged, 500lb goth chick who really isn't a goth chick because she secretly listens to Linkin Park and thus betrays her cooky goth ideals. The only thing that's preventing her bloody suicide is my blog....wow...the power of life or death is in my hands... this could be fun.
Welcome to my world.
okay, now I'm bored.
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Hey again,
ReplyDeleteJust so you know i'm not a 500 lb goth! not at all! im not underage either...
I'm not suicidal in the least...i just like reading your blogg...do i have to be suicidal and goth to appreciate it?
I know you enjoyed making fun of me...but i also know deep down inside you're proud of yourself...
Oh and we don't say aBOOT that's americans....we say aBOAT...
Okay, so you're not an underage, suicidal, angst ridden 500 pound goth chick. You get a cookie.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, I'm quite proud of myself. Why wouldn't I be, being as incredible as I am.
"Aboot" "About", who gives a shit, as long as you engage in half naked tickle fights with your friends for no good reason, I'll be happey.
Hehehehee! I lost my train of thought.