will change the text to what he wants. But he is giving me the
impression that he is giving me my way. Meanwhile, he has total
management of my blog, my domain name, and my computer (which, by the
way, he is bringing back to Wonderland with him) and has rendered me
with a worthless computer (which had worked before he arrived).
Actually, this is total Vikingro, because Trevor has been working for
hours, tirelessly, transferring loads of crap to his (our) external
drive. And I, too, will be transferring even more incredible crap to the
same external drive.
I am so happy that Trevor has once again taken over the reins of control
on my UBS (sic) wires, on my computer, on my table surfaces, and my
apartment. Minimalistic is where he wants me to head, although I do not
see minimalistic in his bedroom at Norimoor. But wait, I've said too
much. I must stop now, lest danger await me.
Gay.
Uh, this is not nearly gay enough. WHERE THE HELL ARE YOUR BLOG POSTS? WHAT, ARE YOU WORKING FOR THE *MAN* OR SOMETHING INSTEAD OF DOING YOUR DUTY?
ReplyDeleteYour duty, that is, to expound your utterly inane ravings to the entire internet. Yes, everyone will see. Everyone will know. There will be no hiding. You will be a celebrity of idioticness. Sort of like Jerry Seinfeld, except that he and his crew couldn't hold a candle to the passionate quasi-incoherence you so easily drop like, well, crap.
Love,
me