I love to read you when you ramble,
and the way you analyze your life.
I know when I read you I always hear wedding bells,
though, I know you aren't yet in that place in your life. <3 :-D
[But when they ring, I'm totally invited... RIGHT?]
I love to read about your life, and loves and losses...
And, the way you have with words leaves me
looking forward to your thought process/es.
I've finished all the 'before I followed alongs';
but like a good book, I can read them still.
As I love the way you phrase your life in your blog.
I'd read about the color of your socks.
I'd read you if you were shopping for Poppy-c0cks
[Wait, is that an illicit spelling for that term?]
You know that I'm devoted,
to reading everything you write.
But, sometimes I do find...
something to my dislike.
I've only known you a few years in cyber world....
So I have no right to ask.
But, could you? Would you? Post for
[Asking out load, in print, doesn't make me too freaky?]
If you ever really wrote a post that I found Hard to Swallow?
I promise I would suck it up, read along, and follow.
Thank you! Thank you everyone! I'm hoping my stalker-like flattery will inspire her to post more. She's like my weekly soap that somehow always has a happy, silver lining! Or maybe it leaves me feeling happy and shiny? Um... Kay. Weird? I'm out'a here....