Melodramatic much?


Reasons not to blog when drunk #276.

Clearly I was in a crap mood last night. Now I'm just hungover. Owwwwwwww.

Comments

davethescot said…
melodramatic and truthful, but lovely all the same.
*more hugs*
6/10/06 11:00
mskp said…
tricky, i came here to respond to yesterday's question: why do i blog? you see, i also penned a rather melodramatic post last night, and it made me realise something.

i came to tell you that i blog to feel, to know i've felt, to have a record of the intensity of my emotion at a particular time. it reminds me of what's good about me, what's bad, how clever i can be, how banal - when i read old posts i remember just how i felt at the time. my blog is a gauge, a prism, a yardstick, a repository, a litmus test...it's also how i met the beautiful boy, if you recall...

and i read your blog to feel too - solidarity, admiration, warmth, pride, empathy, humour - it's all here. and i learn stuff! it's how i got to know you, and like you, and value you as a friend.

so, along with the others, i'm also sending a hug, and a standing invitation to call anytime for a drink, or a bitch, or a moan, or a skip across the dance floor. let's do it soon x.
6/10/06 11:13
richardwatts said…
Thanks KP - for your insights as well as your warmth and empathy. xx
6/10/06 11:29
Anonymous said…
Hey Richard, sorry to hear you've been blue. I know it's not the same as having someone to hold, and hold you back, (I'm somewhat jealous of Mikey too!) but for what it's worth, remember you have a lot of people who care about you (including some you have only recently met!), so hang in there babe.

Besides, I love your honesty; it's refreshing, and intelligent and genuine.

Don't go changin' just to please us, we'll tumble for ya.

Don x
6/10/06 19:59
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