I haven't had one yet - give us some detail?
Oh no, detail is not my forte!
Blogging is a strange, bizarre, incestuous little world. It's uber-weird when you turn up to a grogblogging, and meet someone who you've had fierce arguments with regarding politics/life, bla bla bla. And you end up getting along with them brilliantly! There's one blogger I met here in Melbourne, a gay blogger, who always makes a beeline for me at grogbloggings; for some reason, I become incredibly uncomfortable and reserved whenever he's around. I don't read his blog much anyway - but what the hey, he's an alright guy. You meet hot girl bloggers, but when you try to start a conversation with them, it's usually a version of 'So. You. Have. Blog? I. Have. Blog. Too!' Not good for breaking the ice! Weird things happen. Girl with blog moves from Sydney Melbourne to be with her boyfriend. Boyfriend cheats on her with two other girls, both who have blogs. All three blog about the results! It doesn't make for a happy blogging relationship. And then there's the story about the well-known guy blogger who tried to seduce a well-known girl blogger. She apparently found it hilarious, but hasn't blogged about the results - yet. Oh, there are stories, alright!
Hmmmmm, Tim, could you elaborate on paragraph four please? Like with names? Or blogs? It sounds fabulously interesting in an incestuous way...oh yeah.I've not met that many bloggers - it kinda ruins the fantasy, doesn't it?I am so pleased that you knew what I meant.*phew, there's one crush that'll stand the tests of time :p*
I'm sorry, it's when you read the baby post that you realised I'm taken!I understand...Not sure which one Tim's referring to. I've met Tim and beeline for him, but I haven't made a grab for his butt yet. He's quite tall mind you, I can see the potential =pSomeone who's openly blogged about his exploits there is hecho in mexico. Mind you, beloved tells me he's actually very good looking, so he can probably handle the odd bump along the way...
Nails, I think I've said too much already ...
armaniac - yeah, cause a baby is so much more tying than a marriage...Soooo, Tim's tall is he...? *runs off chuckling quietly to self*Ahem.*returns*Can't say I'm a fan of the Hencho - is he really good looking? eh, must be short then....Tim - I cannot get my brain around the concept of you saying too much.
NailsYou've met me in person. Hope I didn't ruin anything.Then again Miss Q was expecting me to be old fat and balding...
Foxy - Well, you do look very like someone I used to know which left me very nonplussed especially as I was, and you might have noticed this, slightly intoxicated but otherwise I can honestly say that you weren't terrifying :p
Foxhow: Don't listen to anything I say, EVER. Nails: I had a sour crush once. I prefer lemonade. Sorry, couldn't resist. Internet crushes nearly always get lame.
Only nearly? Oh come on! ALWAYS!
You taunt us with details but tell us nothing... actually, I think you need say no more.Obviously I am behind in the field of blogstalking. How do you get started then?
Yeah it does kinda sound like something you drink... lol!Besides, I'm too lazy for anything that might resemble a 'crush' and still as receptive to one as I was in bloody high school. I simply have no idea most times (had NO BLOODY idea then I can tell you DUHHH), and remain mostly ignorant to such things.Well - till I place both feet in my mouth for the umpteenth time, and someone tells me about it afterwards. Gotta love you friends right?!;-)
But, my little darlings, you're all my blogger crushes - else why would you be included in my master list of stalkees?
You are absolutely demented if you have an e-crush on me. Sheesh.
You were a real person first so you can't really be an e-crush anyway. Real person to me that is - as in known in person, the flesh without being vulgar or the least biblical. Hmmm. Also, is describing me as absolutely demented really that strange of a concept?
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