Thursday, October 18, 2007

A blogger's loneliness



Everyday, on my way home, it’s the same thing. What if people had left a comment ?
But they haven’t.
People, i like to think, have better things to do.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Deliciously shocking blog.

Anonymous said...

I sort of fucked up at work yesterday so i believe I’ll have more time to visit your blog from now on.

Anonymous said...

Could you please be so kind as to include a post about the Gaza Strip, please ?

Anonymous said...

Gilbert, is that you ?

Anonymous said...

Your new favourite country doesn’t even exist, you loser.

Anonymous said...

Would it be fair to say that my work has influenced you loads, Major ?

The Major said...

Yes, Richard, i guess it would be fair.

Anonymous said...

Just caught up with the Love Measuring Machine. A brilliant idea, solves all those endless arguments. I am of course loving strenuously while Jenny is applying the moisturiser, putting on make-up and straightening her hair. Will nip out and buy one tomorrow. They're not too expensive, I hope.

The Major said...

Mine is pretty cheap anyway, but quite accurate. Isn't that funny though that us men have to resort to that kind of technology to prove something that is so painfully obvious ?

Anonymous said...

It doesn't mean we don't read! :)

Rosie said...

i'm with anonymous... i lurk approvingly and wish i could read the french posts instead of the english translations (instead of just pretending that i can)

it's a lovely idea though, to post in both languages. i'd do it myself if i wasn't such a lazy hoor. not in french though, obviously. i'm crap at that.

The Major said...

Anonymous: thank you very much for reading
Rosie Cheeks: I guess that's why my posts are so short, i'm really lazy too. Thanks anyway.