I don’t understand why Blogspot hates me so. For the last several days I have loyally followed your heartfelt posts at The Bright Yellow Balloon, and I’ve read every word. I laughed. I cried. I grew angry on your behalf! I commented on some. Following Blogspot’s directive, I typed in the senseless drivel it requires to verify that I am not, in fact, a bot. I even watched as Blogspot’s mental gears meshed and whirred and it posted my comments. Success!
Not even. When I go back to see what new comments have been made mine are nowhere to be found! Damn it!
How are you supposed to know I’m giving you love? You won’t even know I’m reading your deepest thoughts and opinions and dreams (in a good, non-stalker way) because Blogspot won’t fuckng let me comment! To tell the truth, I think it’s a conspiracy to keep you and I from consorting. The Powers That Be probably know that if you and I put our heads together their heads will roll!
After all, I can comment at Five Legs Between Us, also at Blogspot. Dana can attest to that since I recently commented on how icky Cadbury eggs are (yes they are too!). And a few days ago I posted a three paragraph comment for Gia at Mayor Gia – Blogspot again! Then today I commented at Harts Beat, still another Blogspot blog.
So it’s obvious isn’t it? Blogspot must be working for the Man. Why else would they be keeping us apart this way? I haven’t posted anything subversive lately. And other than Sarcastic Bitch poking her head up, none of your recent posts seem to pose a threat to the Man. I’m so confused!
I hate not being able to comment on your posts. You make me laugh out loud. And other times I want to hug you tight and tell you it’ll be alright. How can Blogspot be so cold and heartless? How!?
Know this — I AM reading every post. I will continue to try to comment. Hugs and prayers are aimed in your direction daily my friend. Lots and lots of hugs and prayers!