tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post6193615139929384532..comments2024-03-11T16:14:49.158-07:00Comments on Don't pet me, I'm writing: Why I shouldn't be trusted to communicate this weekTAWNA FENSKEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468819219529035563noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-62301475228940210152012-01-12T20:36:25.844-08:002012-01-12T20:36:25.844-08:00Congrats on all your great news! And I can't h...Congrats on all your great news! And I can't help but be curious whether you'll still pursue that house or back out that all of your Twitter followers may have seen the link and would then know exactly where your future home is.<br /><br />I probably shouldn't be allowed to communicate with people this week, either, what with the paranoia and all...Laura Maylenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058744860709615256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-38730274734524843902012-01-12T10:36:58.967-08:002012-01-12T10:36:58.967-08:00feel your pain on the smart phone that is way too ...feel your pain on the smart phone that is way too smart for me. I was typing "bff" to my bff. Only it changed it to "buffalo".<br /><br />"Love you my buffalo!" Yeah, not the same.<br /><br />So being called a walrus in response was totally justified.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-61273945755339982522012-01-12T10:24:03.549-08:002012-01-12T10:24:03.549-08:00I manage four Twitter accounts. So far I've on...I manage four Twitter accounts. So far I've only tweeted businessy stuff from my personal account instead of vice versa, but I'm waiting for the day when I tell the entire NaNoWriMo world something they don't need to know.Nancy Kelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00209727822644631003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-70703569368501084602012-01-12T09:58:13.737-08:002012-01-12T09:58:13.737-08:00Can one sell nipples on the black market?Can one sell nipples on the black market?Daisy Whitneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06360940169057849544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-91910132301369455732012-01-12T09:10:54.769-08:002012-01-12T09:10:54.769-08:00I texted a note about being angry with a friend...I texted a note about being angry with a friend's wife ... to that friend. It was suppposed to go to someone else. Yesterday, as I was rushing to get to the doctor's office from work, with a stop at home in between, and I was sleepy, I thought to myself "I'm really too sleepy to drive" and WHAM! I ran into the van in front of me. (I'm okay, just sore muscles.) It will be okay, but I haven't gotten in an accident that was truly my fault since I was 17. I'm 50 now. Stupid stupid stupid. <br /><br />So, feel better. It could have been worse ....Skyehttp://thingsintheskye.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-86667105749232096912012-01-12T08:16:06.389-08:002012-01-12T08:16:06.389-08:00At least with every "oops" that happened...At least with every "oops" that happened something good followed to balance it out :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16732006064321712054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-71629112222909726692012-01-12T07:35:23.818-08:002012-01-12T07:35:23.818-08:00So this means I won't be able to buy your nipp...So this means I won't be able to buy your nipples on the black market?Darrell B. Nelsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02851443183217238218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-81073759560398203212012-01-12T05:47:36.716-08:002012-01-12T05:47:36.716-08:00Pretty sure it's every day that I shouldn'...Pretty sure it's every day that I shouldn't be allowed to communicate with others.Patrick Alanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01121337008453549441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-55444312200561766422012-01-12T05:32:44.401-08:002012-01-12T05:32:44.401-08:00Okay so this one time I was using my phone to text...Okay so this one time I was using my phone to text a couple of people at one time. Somehow my phone decided to send a text intended for my friend to my ex-husband. So my conversation with my ex-husband goes:<br /><br />Him: "I really would like to stay friends with you if possible"<br />Me: "Yeah, we could get together a few times a month for a rub down"<br />Him: "Sounds kinky" <br />Me: OMG NO<br /><br />The rub down was suppose to go to my friend about getting massages. After the embarrassment wore off I couldn't stop laughing at how stupid that was. And I keep an eye on who is sent what from now on.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-76973574846009097762012-01-12T05:15:16.081-08:002012-01-12T05:15:16.081-08:00You know my favorite part about reading your blog ...You know my favorite part about reading your blog at the office, Tawna? The pink background.<br /><br />The fact that blog access is firewall-blocked and I have to comment on the public-access computer downstairs where everyone can walk by and wonder what I'm looking at is really only the icing on the cake. <br /><br />Mmm...cake.<br /><br />I think that's all I've got right now.<br /><br />>.>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-51608077477474532702012-01-12T05:03:09.278-08:002012-01-12T05:03:09.278-08:00It could have been worse. I can only assume none o...It could have been worse. I can only assume none of your followers ran out and bought the house out from under you.Matthew MacNishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03264738483763244969noreply@blogger.com