"If they ask you who you're meant to be, just tell them you're dressed as yourself, because that's what you're going to have to be for the rest of your life." - Mrs Dahl's to her son, Roald.
So you are back gumpy gooI came for a viewAnd nothing was hereI figured you had your final cheerNo longer in bloglandBut I guess I was wrong at my litter standWelcome backTo the blogland shackP.s. Bryan doesn't look like that any moreHe got 3 dimensional at his shore lol
Dear!!! Im sooo happy you come back, you are welcome again!!!!besosssss
WHAT! WHERE ARE MY THREADED COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!! BLOGGERRRRRRRRR!Anyhooters . . .@The Cat So you are back gumpy gooBACK TO TAKE A LOOK AT YOUI came for a viewNOW THERE’S SOMETHING NEWAnd nothing was hereGOOD RIDDANCE, I FEARI figured you had your final cheerALMOST HAD MY FINAL BEERNo longer in bloglandSTUCK WITH MY FACE IN THE SANDBut I guess I was wrong at my litter standRESURRECTION IS MUCH IN DEMANDWelcome backWHERE’S MY BIG MAC?To the blogland shackBEEN SITTING ON MY TIE RACKP.s. Bryan doesn't look like that any moreI’M GONNA EAT MY DOORHe got 3 dimensional at his shore lolBUT NOT PSYCHEDELIC LIKE ME ON MY FLOOR@Gloria - One step at a time, I'm afraid. Could do with some besos. How did you know? ;)@Betsy - I agree.
I wanna say besos to you.because Im happy you back:)
I can do with a couple of besos! You're so sweet. Pat will be so jealous.
Hey! There's the missing comment! Well, actually, I didn't see it. Not because there's a problem with my brain, of course. ;) Don't just say BESOS, but give them to me. Put them in an envelope and send them to me by Santamail. You remember that picture, right?
Dear Blue friend, you're back! I was so afraid as for your health. I myself have been in serious trouble. You can find everything on my blog, but let's keep it short: I got admitted to the closed ward of the hospital you brought me the last time - remember? - just for one nigt, but now I'm still there. It's been 13 weeks and I'm still not stable. I have undergone several separations, it was horrible. First I got an IBS (look up on the Dutch Wikipedia), then later I got an RM (which is even worse). I've been misbehaving, yes.... but traumas came back and you know... That kind of stuff. If you have time, read my last few blog posts and you'll see what I mean. Miss you, my dear Blue friend!Love,Debz
I'm ill and you're in trouble. I thought the world would be different when I got back. :(
We'll save ourselves, Randy! I'm in trouble indeed, but every day a little less. I'm only afraid for February 17th, when the people of the CIB in The Hague will come for an intake. It's kind of a prison for psychiatric patients, but the more time I spend at home, the better for me and the more possibilities I have to survive this whole sh*tty thing! And you'd better promise me you'll survive too! Or else... repercussions :P
I just now got a flood of your postings. I see from the date on your post that I'm obviously behind on your triumphant comeback. It seems that you are at least on the road back to full health? Maybe? Let us know because I have been concerned about you, sir. You have not been forgotten, and some of us (me at least) still think and wonder about you and your whereabouts.
I'm not sure if I'm on the road back to full health, Pickleope the Great, but at least I'm back on my feet and I can tell it's some kind of path that I'm walking on. I can tell because now I can actually see it. Things haven't been much fun. Thanks for your kind words. I know I always kid around but what you wrote mean a lot to me. It's not every day that people address me in such a sincere and unfeigned manner. It's refreshing.
Speak your mind.