I don’t handle being annoyed real well, folks. Tends ta make me grumpy. The grumpiness in turn, gives me a strange sort of detachment that prompts me to use phrases like “not if there were exploding flying monkeys involved”.
On top of this weird lag in my brain, I found today that I really need to check my Yahoo! Accounts more often. I don’t log in much anymore primarily because I don’t surf the web at home any more, and I don’t like to abuse my privileges by chatting at work. But my friend Steph was having a rough day yesterday, and asked that I log onto Yahoo messenger to chat if I could find the time.
Despite my three second lag, I did find the time… three seconds too late though, cause she wasn’t there.
The thing is, there were a bunch of offline messages waiting for me when I logged on. Normally I would delete them, as I’m not particularly interested in checking out nude pics of various women in compromising pictures or what they did this week with their sorority sisters. Okay, maybe I am a little interested… but I am also at work, folks; If I think chatting at work is abuse, well then porn on the company dime is a definite no-no.
Anyway, normally I would delete them, but I noticed a few mixed in there from people I knew, so I read them this time.
Apparently, about three months or so ago I got some fan mail about my blog over Yahoo from a 30ish woman that lives in
I’m in a bad mood as it is, and then I get said message THREE months later. From a woman who thinks me funny and charming and lives 20 minutes away. Not fair. SO not fair.
So, do I write back to her anyway?