My Sincerest Thanks...
I would like to thank the following three women for saving me from 0 comments obscurity: Elaine, sublime-action and another outspoken female. (If I knew the first thing about creating links I would but as I can't even get the fonts happening on my blog, you might have to pay homage to them through my comments...and I suggest you do).
Thank you ladies as I was getting a wee lonely there for a while.
When I first blogged back in June this year (I'm so new at this!!!!) I thought it was funny that people would comment, then slowly the neediness crept in until I started to depend upon it as a radar that what I said was worthwhile or of any interest to anyone. Then I pulled out for a bit as I felt myself slipping into a nerdy world of attention seeking. I have since been on and off the blog machine as I feel creatively fit. After a wee absence, I crept back on, without slutting myself across other people's comments page as a cheap means of advertising but found myself continuously checking in to a flurry of nothing - no comments. No readers?
Ha ha ha ha ha!
I love that.
So, I would also like to thank everyone for not reading or not commenting if you did because it made me laugh daily, kept my ego in check and served to keep my blogtentions pure.
Thank you!
Have a lovely weekend!
x
Thank you ladies as I was getting a wee lonely there for a while.
When I first blogged back in June this year (I'm so new at this!!!!) I thought it was funny that people would comment, then slowly the neediness crept in until I started to depend upon it as a radar that what I said was worthwhile or of any interest to anyone. Then I pulled out for a bit as I felt myself slipping into a nerdy world of attention seeking. I have since been on and off the blog machine as I feel creatively fit. After a wee absence, I crept back on, without slutting myself across other people's comments page as a cheap means of advertising but found myself continuously checking in to a flurry of nothing - no comments. No readers?
Ha ha ha ha ha!
I love that.
So, I would also like to thank everyone for not reading or not commenting if you did because it made me laugh daily, kept my ego in check and served to keep my blogtentions pure.
Thank you!
Have a lovely weekend!
x
posted by Darcy at 11:37 AM
9 Comments:
Yes your assumptions are correct: I am a girl/woman/female last time I checked
*looks down dress*
*yep. DEFINITELY a grrrrl*
(although it's sublime-ation, but you know whatever, i seem to be given this porno name sublime-action)
Your post was so sweet...and how can one not comment on such a superb post as yesterdays?
And I second you with the pink polo shirts, same goes for distressed T's and Tsubi jeans 'I spent all this money so I can go out on Chapel St looking hot and the bouncer still won't let me in' STAY. IN. CHAPEL. ST. Stop blocking me with your big fucking ugly cars on Smith St and Brunswick St.
It also makes a pacifist like me start to have violent tendencies...
Oh fuck! Sorry! -ation. -ation! No c.
They are like a bad virus these Chapel St types. Worse than bird flu. And what is the government doing about it?
Christ, do I have snobbery issues?
Or just good taste?
I live southside (it's an experiment, I thought I should broaden my horizons. Forgive me) and can't abide Chapel Street at any time. Or Fitzroy/Acland Streets on weekends.
I'm declaring myself qualified to say you have good taste.
*reminds self to move back northside*
I lived in South Yara for a while, why I Don't KNOW...I moved after a guy broke into my flat while I was asleep (don't worry, I chased him!) and that was my excuse to get the fuck outta there, but really it was living in South Yarra I couldn't stand, I was so glad of an excuse to move.
Having Domain Road as my local shops: I just couldn't handle having to buy bread!
All I can say is never again.
Northside for life, baby.
If that makes me a snob, well, I've been called worse...
We don't like you. Sorry.
Roguey: I knew I was going too far...at least Darcy and Elaine share my snobbery/good taste...
Pour quoi roguemaze? What's not to like?
And who, pray tell, are "we"?
Royalty
Merci, Darcy. Luckily, I'm not a monarchist.
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