because I miss them, and because several people sent me emails thinking I was blocking THEM in particular and not just EVERYBODY.
I am a little girl inside a big manly body.
I am sensitive.
Don't say mean things to me in my COMMENTS boxes.
I will retract like a conch you touched on the clitoris.
But Adorable Glenn and my sweetie down South thought I wuz blocking THEM. And my Valentineur Peter.
No. No. No.
I was protecting myself.
And I think the person who freaked me out felt bad afterwards. Because they sent me a nice email.
Maybe they drink like I do and get strange sometimes like I do.
If so they are just that much more my brother.
But I'll unblock now.
Not that anyone is just dying to say anything here.
But as like a gesture of camaraderie and all that good shit.
xo
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oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. aaaahhhh!
I didn't know you were blocking you're comments, rather my comments, rather our comments, but to now know that now your not is -
- dangerous.
No, not in some West Virginy "Deliverance" or German "physical stuff" way dangerous, but in that "wow, and it's not even Valentine's on my anniversary" orgasmic kind of way dangerous .
Plus, you made me retarded at least twice just now reading your recent posts, well, more like just then now, and so I needed to say hi-e.
((((Dana)))))
Che threw an apple over the fence yesterday I think to see if I threw a cinder block back.
I put some caramel on it and stuck it on a stick and threw it back.
No Che's were harmed during the making of this film.
He said he had a book or two he wrote he was going to send.
And I can't resist that.
Poke him for me.
No, not in that way.
The other way.
The annoying way.
For those keeping a scorecard, it's Tuesdays that I'm pyschotic, Wednesdays ingratiating, Thursdays I dwell overmuch and Fridays I am a singing fool who will make you a nice glass of ice tea with or without minut but just don't mention Tuesdays. Mondays I'm shopping.
xo
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