Purpose? Who needs one of those?
Dear Mr. Henshaw, I am writing this letter to you/and I hope that you will read it very soooooon/ my heart beats like a hammer, and I stutter and I stammer every time I see you at the picture show/and so I'm just another fan of yours, and I thought I'd write and tell you soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo And it's oh holly cow, my blog is being sooo weird I'm not sure why but if it's trying to annoy me it sure is working. But however, I can't say I'm not pleased with the *purpose* of this post which is not to sing Dear Mr. Henshaw, no matter how amusing that really is. This post was created so that I could post a comment on it. If you are wondering why the heck posting a comment is post-worthy, I really can't help you, not having any idea myself. But I'm so excited about my loverly profile picture that I couldn't help myself. Alas, I am not as excited as I would be if my blog was working. And also if my picture actually appeared on my profile (what a novel idea) instead of just on my comments. And also if I could figure out how to use the picture I really want to use but is not working. (no offence, Mary Poppins, you are STILL my role model). And also, I just wanted to share with you what goes through my head every time I write a letter. As soon as I write 'Dear,' as in Dear Mr. Henshaw, I am immediatly compelled to sing Dear Mr. Henshaw. I don't exactly know what you'll do with that information, but I am sure you will put it to good use, dear.
(Dear Mr. Henshaw, I am writing this letter to you, and I hope that you will read it very soon/ My heart beats like a hammer and I stutter and I stammer every time I see you at the picture show/ And so I'm just another fan of yours, and I thought I'd write and tell you soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)


4 Comments:
HEY! my picture finally turned up on my profile!!!! YES! that makes me very happy indeed, lol
chica bonita
lol! very interesting blog! i liked it though!
*sigh* when you saw me yesterday could you tell that i was about ready to blow? like have a fit and possibly injure someone? well whether you did tell of not... it happened and it wasn't pretty... i ended up sobbing my eyes out most of the day... not even joking... it was not pleasant. i think it's the first time Peggy has ever seen my cry, ugh, it was awful. i don't know why i'm typing all of this on your blog. besides it's far too long to type the whole story. i can tell it to you if you come to fair... and if you can stand to hear me bitch and moan any more than you have already put up with in the past. i'm sorry... i need someone though. otherwise i'm going to go crazy. i need some one who actually understands. it's so hard to find that sort of person. i really should have typed all this on my blog. i'm sorry...
jeune fille de chevals
you know how i feel? i feel like a pair of pants that only get worn when all the other pants are dirty. that's how i feel when i'm with greenie and the twins
that's gotta be so frustrating....feeling like people only 'like' you or talk to you when there's no one else available. ugh. That feeling makes me wanna scream! that's gotta be so hard for you, to, b/c you're with those people so much....I'm so sorry.
I wanna hear about it...wait till fair or call me if you want...and I'll never be fed up if you wanna bitch to me...especially seeing as you've heard me do more than my fair share of complaining to you, lol...
chica bonita
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