I’ve just read my previous couple of posts and “blah blah blah” is all that I hear: I think I’ve just bored myself into a stupor, so heaven knows what I’m doing to you…
Yes, you.
So, my unknown and unknowable blogmates, tell me a little about yourselves. At risk of becoming a comment whore, unburden your souls and reveal your darkest secrets.
Failing that, just say hello and/ or tell me to buck my ideas up, pull my socks up and cheer up (or anything else that ends in “up”).
I’m waiting…
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17 comments:
Ah, don't be so hard on yourself. *smile* It's life, and life doesn't mean having to always be "on". Having lived that life, it drives you mad very quickly.
And so, and thus, and things.
My name is Anna. All this is mine.
Hmm.. and my cat smells like catfood.
No, no, no... never ever can stories of drunken and daft debauchery be considered boring..
They simply raise a fond smile and a memory induced sigh of our own drunken misdemeanours..
Except the accidental shag with an audience (the audience was accidental, the shag wasn't)..
I could have lived a long and happy life without that.
I don't think you are dull in the slightest, am dark secret-less, think my shop-lifting stories are well documented... oh i once had a 'girlfriend' who a ponchant for stuffing herself with inanimate objects... lost a bar of soap for two hours...
I don't have any deep, dark secrets.
Or...at least none that the whole bloody world doesn't already know about. So...like I said, no secrets.
I let toilet paper hang from my bottom and pretend to be bungle from Rainbow.
OK, ya got me... my deep dark secret is that I have never read you before and I sorely am ashamed of that.
Can I just say "yay" for the 100 Scottish bloggers thing.
deep dark secrets - i am a secret klepto, and just this evening i managed to acquire some ecover looc leaner and a set of primary coloured tea towels.
Deep, dark secrets are deep and dark for a reason... to make people believe you're more interesting than you actually are when you pretend to have some. I say "you" but mean "one".
Anyway, buck you're ideas up. I don't read "blah blah blah". I read a very funny blog and an interesting lass, even if you are originally from Naaaridge (or have I just unleashed your deep and dark secret?).
And there's nothing more convincing than someone with bad grammar telling you to buck "you're" ideas up...
Blah blah blah? No, 'blah blah blah' is on that other blog that don't read anymore, not here.
Word up?
7 up?
Fuck up?
*wink*
Piss up?
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My name is Morris and I like your site.
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I fought giant chickens, robotic dinosaurs, and evil shapeshifters... no, wait, that wasn't me.
Once I had to run to catch a bus. And I almost missed it. Sometimes I pick lint from my belly-button. Also I can't complete more than a few sentences without mentioning crocodiles. See.
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