I lost a follower!
Who the hades, aw forget niceties! Who the HELL were you?
And more importantly, why did you leave?
Why would you go through the motions of UNfollowing me?
I don't get it.
Was it my chin stubble?
Was it my breath?
Was it my wretched fascination of all thing Snooki?
You know I used to be obsessed with the number of followers I had.
Used to be.
Thank goodness I got over it.
Yes, just yesterday, I realized that it's nothing to get that upset over.
Thank goodness I'm NO longer obsessing (almost a whole day now!).
I just want you to know, whoever you are that left and probably won't be reading this post since YOU LEFT ME, that I forgive you.
So cheesy humor isn't your cuppa.
So quirky humor isn't your cuppa.
So TMI humor isn't your cuppa.
That's okay too.
In fact, I don't do cuppas either (no cuppa coffee or tea for me).
Huh. Go figure.
But if you're ever interested in getting reacquainted with the true elixir of the good life, Diet Dr. Pepper, let me know.
Oh, and you might want to follow me again.
Hey, you never know when something good might show up.
I mean it seems like the bloggers that share a lot of personal details are the more popular bloggers. I can do that. I think. Okay, okay. I will share with you one intimate detail of my life. (Is this a more desirable cuppa? Will this get you back?)
I just finished a huge crying session, not over any[follower]thing important. Don't worry. However, it resulted in a terrible sneezing fit.
It was gross.
I had to change my shirt. It was... everywhere. Most gross. Surely my sharing something this personal is enticing enough for you to return to me and this blog. Where else could you read about such real life experiences?
Please come back whoever you are.
I promise not to sneeze on you.
Anybody got a snot rag I can borrow?
I'm really gross.
If I weren't the author of this blog? I might UNfollow me too.
Now I'm sad again.
B.S. No Quirkyloon blog followers were harmed during the production of this post.