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…