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I Thought You Didn’t Like Me
I realized this morning that I had the comments turned off on yesterday’s post. What the heck? Why would I do that? I think sometimes my blog just turns them off automatically and I didn’t notice. Late last night I started to wonder why I hadn’t got a comment all day. I thought you were mad at me or something. I mean, you still might all be mad at me, but at least you can comment about it now.
Today the plan is to stay home and relax for a while, get some work done, then having a barbeque with friends later tonight. What’s your Labor Day plans today?
Oh, Mandy
So, I got this comment on my post from yesterday from someone named Mandy. She said this:
Now, I’m not sure really what that means, but I don’t think it’s a nice thing. Not to mention the obvious lack of care in refusing to capitalize the first letter of a sentence and the “I”. Oh Mandy. You came and you gave without taking. And I sent you away. Oh, Mandy. Maybe it’s because you love Myspace. Maybe it’s because you hate me. Maybe it has nothing to do with me and it’s just the sonic waves of my voice that literally make you wish that violence was alright. I don’t know what it is Mandy, but what I do know is this. Yesterday is a dream I face the morning, crying on the breeze, the pain is calling, oh Mandy.
Please don’t hurt anyone today. Violence is never alright. Even if it’s induced by reading a website that you willingly went to.
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