All The Small Things

Of a man who hasn't told his parents about you...

Even though you've been seeing each other on and off for the past eight months or so, and he speaks to them every single week?

 

(Please note that this is a conclusion that I have drawn on my own, based very loosely on circumstatial evidence, and does not necessarily reflect reality. I'm going to get to the bottom of this mystery though, just you wait and see!)

 

 

And yes. Sadly this means that I have lapsed, large.

But (warning, pathetic excuse following) I love him.

Because it eats my entries.

ALL THE FREAKING TIME.

 

Because sometimes it just wont let me log in.

LIKE WHEN I REALLY WANT TO BLOG.

 

Because it takes forever to load up on my computer.

BECAUSE ITS A CRAPPY SYSTEM.

 

And because half the menu options are in another language.

THAT I DONT SPEAK.

 

 Blogigo, I hate you. If I wasn't such a lazy bint, I'd move. I would. I might. Maybe. New Year, New Blog? What say you?

 

In other news:

So sorry that you don't get to read the huge and entertaining blog post I just wrote, because Blogigo just ate it, and its midnight, and I'm tired, and I've already SAID everything that I wanted to say, so I don't really feel like retyping it!

Here is a short synopsis of my last eaten post:

I have to write a Christmas card to BB, and I'm struggling. Here are some witty and clever examples of cards I might send: Oh no, frigging blogigo ate them.

I got a new job. Here are some potential disasters that may befall me on my first shift: Oh no! Blogigo frigging ATE THEM.

I have a newly discovered and happiness enducing attachment to period drama. I have seen both Becoming Jane and Copying Beethoven this week, and they were both interesting, engaging and made me feel like me. Which is a nice way to feel. AND YOU CAN'T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME BLOGIGO! HA!

 (Looks like Blogigo and I are both happy about that one)

Here endeth the rant.

Goodnight, farewell, and a sweet Mr. Darcy-esque moment to you all, accompanied by the Grosse Fugue... just because it makes for an interesting juxtaposition.

And I am probably the only one who gets that, and the nerdy little sprite that is my spirit is doing a dance of happiness, so all is well Except at Blogigo, where suckiness still reigns supreme.