I will come back. I just give this all a small rest and start talking to the empty walls again, when I've written something else. I might comment though.
I don't wear ties, Dave.
[Oh yes, I have my family, my job and my somethingnesses]
Erm, you do realise you've left us all stuck for an indeterminate amount of time in a dark graveyard in Amsterdam, shouting "What happened?", though, don't you? (Or else - even more disturbing - endlessly waxing David Hasselhoff's chest).
My father wanted me to be an arson baby. My mother wanted me to be a hammond organist. I wanted to be a showjumper.
Well, who am I? Master of the monosyllabic boredom.
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You are coming back soon, aren't you?
Please please don't go forever. If I can write a book and blog, why can't you?
Oh yes, i don't have all the other ties you have, do I?
I will come back. I just give this all a small rest and start talking to the empty walls again, when I've written something else. I might comment though.
I don't wear ties, Dave.
[Oh yes, I have my family, my job and my somethingnesses]
Please don't go, Taiga.
Good luck with the book :)
Erm, you do realise you've left us all stuck for an indeterminate amount of time in a dark graveyard in Amsterdam, shouting "What happened?", though, don't you? (Or else - even more disturbing - endlessly waxing David Hasselhoff's chest).
Mind you, always good to end on a cliffhanger.
COME BACK AND TELL US A STORY!
Well... okay.
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