If I don’t write this now, I’m never going to write it. I’ve been a bit ill the last few weeks (man-flu…not just normal man-flu though, proper confined to bed man flu) so my motivation to write stuff has plummeted.
Annnnyyywaaay, you know when you get an sudden flash of inspiration? The light bulb pings above your head and shines as shiny as can be? Well I had one of them moments, only it wasn’t a bright shiny bulb. It was a red flashing spinning one with alarm bells ringing all over the place.
Whilst Good Scribble went missing: Good Scribble sits back and waits for stuff to happen, plods on and doesn’t make anything happen himself. Evil Scribble: raises his head once in blue moon and this time made me step outside my comfort zone and took advantage:
Following on from the Stalker post, I sent voodoo girl a message on StalkBook.
I. HAVE. NO. SHAME.
Anyway, I’m not sure what it was…maybe it was the charm (ha!), devilish good looks (ha!), the dancing skills of a disabled uncle or the stead fast refusal to feed or water her…whatever it was, she replied, literally straight away, saying how good it was to hear from me (the alarms bells started going off in my head too)!
It was almost as if she had sat in front of Facebook for 10 days solid pressing refresh (I’m joking!)
I’m not sure who’s more unhinged between the two of us yet, there have been very long games of message tennis taking place (a day or two between messages from either of us), but I suspect
there will be more blog fodder afoot/my body will be found in a ditch somewhere soon.
Nah I’m being unfairly harsh on her there, she seems ok, I’ll keep you posted!