I want to like you . . .I really do, but, you know, our relationship has been brief, and, well, I’ve found you to be rather difficult. Oh, you are pretty. Really, really, really, really pretty. But, you know, looks arn’t everything. I’m sure you’ve been told that many times. So, for now, I’m going to have to limp back to my other blover. Blogspot. Now there’s a guy who’s easy, not much to look at, but hey, I’m a writer here. I’ll go get my degree in computer science, then I’ll be back to hook up with you. Meanwhile, I’m going over there, to redtruckbetty.blogspot.com, my old stomping grounds, where I did so much.
There my poems don’t get smooshed into paragraph form and it’s easy to insert a picture (or a fucking link for god’s sake). This hurts me as much as it hurts you. I simply loved the layout with redtruckbetty tales but I BLOGGED ONE TIME!!! Oooooh, I can’t bear the pain. Love. Joanna.
