...how I loathe thee.
You tease me with your create new entry button, only to make me feel uninspired and unoriginal.
You boast about your entry body and laugh at the nakedness of which it is presented to me.
You leave me speechless and frothing at the mouth in anticipation of some great revelation that needs many of a great word.
But there is nothing....
Nothing.
Your mockery with comments is inhumane. It's all about the weblog look, the weblog structure, and all about the type of weblog you could be.
Do you leave comments of appreciation?
No.
Weblog, you do not love me.
You just use me.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
Bastard.
Jer
Sounds like a modern day romance to me.
comment of appreciation
:)
Give me your soul and I'll shower you with all the appreciation that you desire.
I was going to type "Amen" but seeing as how Satan is here and all it just seems... wrong.
The best ideas come to me as I'm falling asleep. Then they turn into horrible nightmares or unimaginable weirdness that's not fit to share and then I can't remember what they were to begin with.
Maybe it's all that crack.