Random acts of stationery #1

I approve of post-it based messages. Oh yes.

I like.

I shall scribble obscenities on a bright pink post-it note and send it to you!

I wonder what I’d have to do to get a filthy word from Andre too?

Well, of course, in his comment he makes out that the idea of him scribbling obscenities to me on post-it notes is something new … if only that were the truth. But no, it isn’t.

Every day in the post. As regular as clockwork.

Well now I’m simply seething with jealousy.

You know, I WAS going to leave a comment but.. well.. I feel like I’m intruding.

Oh, come back, Gordon! Come back!

Alternatively, if you feel like you’re intruding on these comments - which I can assure you you’re not - might I suggest commenting on the post-it note above this one? Nobody has yet, and that very fact is beginning to worry me. I may not sleep tonight if there are no comments made about it soon. I do worry, you know.

Just say the word Jack! Just say the word!

The word is pempslider!

Now can I have a filthy one in return?

Gruttlesnarf.

succulent

moist.

Moist is just the best word ever. Fact.

moist muse

Filth! Gusset.

I know that no one reading this thread will believe it, but I used to be an A-list blogger who got intelligent comments.

Really. I did. Slurp.

back in the ‘bakerlite days’?

sniff, slurp, lick

oh that last comments sounds a bit caty doesn’t it?

sorry.

am hormonal.

You’re hormonal too? Oh, my sympathies …

And that comment wasn’t catty at all. I shall have to get used to far worse, considering that 2007 is the year in which I want to get myself a decent blog stalker (apply within).

What do blog stalkers do? I may have time to fit you in…