So I run to the river, it was bleedin’
Me in FB chat to Max
frankly my standards currently appear to be “are you a bit of an emotional retard? do you have no dress sense? will you flit between lovely and an utter cunt? then you may be just the man for my vagina. apply in writing with evidence of geekiness”
Thank you for the hugs and emails after my last post. All those who think that the internet is a cold place clearly haven’t come across you lot, their loss.
Anyways two things initially. First my piggy bank has gone a bit ana/mia.
Second thing I’d like to thank one of Z’s internet buddies Mr Juan for leading me to realise that I’d forgot to reset my header links. Gaud I’m dense sometimes.
I’m still a bit meh to be frank. Other than the whole being broke thing, stuff that leads me into the territory of considering getting myself and the lovely Max matching T-shirts relating to the pain in the assness of other humans.
Partly some of that old I’m not very good at making friends thing. By which I mean people I feel wholly and absolutely comfortable with knowing anything about me and can say anything to. Rather than the being chirpy chatty and “friendly” with random people, which I have strangely got quite good at as I’ve gotten older.
And partly it is summed up by the bit of chat at the top…
Tags: hugs, lack of money, nice internet, thanks
… Ah, Monsieur Juan. Top bloke (used to work with him actually so can say he’s more than an internet matey). Geek to the very core.
Your Trendy Static doesn’t work (the URLs have decided to take it upon themselves to chop bits out).
I have no standards (allegedly!), so you’re at least one up on the scale from me.
Thanks for that I have switched it off till I can be bothered to mess about with it. Cheers me dear.
You rock, Mrs. That is all