*It all started** with playlist.com. Then the blog reader stopped working. Then the add elements wouldn't find RSS feed for blogs I've seen in RSS-elements on other blogs. Then I realized I had membership revoked at blogs where I'd long been accepted. It's not me. It's the blogs that got smaller. Yes...yes...I'm ready for my closeup now.
**Okay, maybe it ALL started when I broke my long-standing rule about men by 1) adding FR to my contacts and 2) talking about 'my boyfriend' to family and strangers. This began a major downslide into paranoia made worse by his sudden decision to stop texting me 20 times a day. Yes, I know that when you label something, guys believe that they can and should stop working so hard. Most of me believes that's fair. The other part is paranoid. Guess which one is winning.
2 comments:
Good one with the Brighton Sky Resort thing. I still remember those late nights with Central Park fries when words like "culpoptosis" sent us (or maybe just me) into hysteria. By the way, let me know if you ever come across a condom that will fit over a loaf of bread.
Shoo, paranoia! Leave Glo alone!
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