I get so many comments on my blog, from all corners of the world, and I decided it was time to give back a little, so I thought I should provide some responses to questions or comments that have been left on my blog lately.
On a vague post I wrote about how time is finite and we all need to get some living done, Girl Nextdoor asks ‘Where did you learn about this? Can you give me the source?’
Dear Girl Nextdoor,
Well, the thoughts were my own, from my own head. I don’t really understand where thoughts come from, only that most of mine involve schemes to not wear pants or to hunt, gather and eat Reese’s brownies. The photo? Well that’s Bob Dylan. He came from his parents. You need to ask your parents about that, this isn’t a sex advice column.
On my post about the tattoo I recently got, aparadekto says ‘Hey, I can’t view your site properly within Opera, I actually hope you look into fixing this’.
I actually would look into this if your name looked legitimate, or if I had any idea what Opera was. I’m assuming it is some kind of computer thing? Let me tell you how much I know about computer things: I type with three fingers and when on the phone to IT recently, I replied ‘What’s that?’ when they asked what operating system I use and my computer screen is covered in sneezes sneezed by my cat.
However, this was a good post and I can understand you wanting to look at it properly. You’ll just have to trust me that it was the bomb shits.
On a post about how it was almost the weekend, which I wittily called ‘Nearly the squeakend!’, maxi cosi says: ‘Please, can you PM me and tell me few more thinks about this, I am really fan of your blog…gets …’
Dear maxi cosi,
Can I PM you and ask you to marry me, because that is seriously almost the best sentence I have ever read. I have so many thinks that I thinks you would like me to share with you. Some of them are dirty.
This post also garnered a very interesting comment from cadilax, who said: ‘acomplia =-((( ordering cialis online 7910 xanax and grapefruit 7630’
Dear cadilax, and I do see what you did there with your name, I hope you don’t mind if I translate this for some of my more gentle readers.
Readers, what cadilax is saying here is:
Do you ever feel really, really sad? Sad and lonely? So sad that you think about ordering discreet products from Amazon? Do you think that one day you’ll end up like Margot Tenenbaum, sitting in a lukewarm bath, popping Xanax, eating only grapefruit and smoking 7630 cigarettes a day because you’re conscious of your weight ?
cadilax, while I appreciate the pop-culture reference and the imagery there, no, I don’t often feel that way. However, were I to wake up looking like Margot Tenenbaum, I would buy discreet products from Amazon for everyone I knew to celebrate my macabre hotness.