Yikes.
July 31, 2007
Gees. You know my previous rant? (See below.)
It never occurred to me that a friend who actually takes the time to read my blog would assume I was talking about him or her. This is a place where I sometimes let off steam about people whom I can’t deal with in any other way. If you are my true friend and I am this angry with you, you better believe you’d hear it face-to-face. I’ll drive right up to your door and confront you with it.
So from now on, if I write something ranty here that doesn’t sound like a description of you — please give me the benefit of the doubt and don’t take it personally. It doesn’t pertain to you.
And if I’m not knocking on your front door, my friends, you can definitely rest assured that you’re not the one I am referring to.
Ok? Ok. :heart:

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I am so happy it’s not me. Holy shizzzel.
To whom I am referring.
Never end a sentence with a preposition, they say.
NOW y0u will hate me, I know.
I don’t blog behind my friends’ backs either.
Terry… I love ya, girl. :heart:
(Thank you for being my friend.)
You can’t drive up to my door because I keep moving it about, putting it in front of other people’s houses…
which can cause an awful lot of confusion. I really should stop doing it.
When the aliens came to what they assumed was my door, asking for their intergalactic ray gun back, it caused Mr and Mrs Hibbifrasnuffle down the road a great deal of needless distress.
John…hahaha! I absolutely adore you!
By the way, I got your recent email and I was blown away. I’m still absorbing it. It’s like viewing a fine painting; I keep finding new connections and breathtaking passages of thought.
You, dear friend, are extremely talented. You are also very inspiring, and I thank you for that.
:flowers: