tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post2310733192807669419..comments2012-02-10T15:09:08.199-08:00Menoreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-2781664803930267682012-02-10T14:03:51.869-08:002012-02-10T14:03:51.869-08:00All the time..Leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18112820018083152496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-41730349938792378672012-01-25T23:53:03.821-08:002012-01-25T23:53:03.821-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Yours Trulyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661474325758761940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-17202821353165507992012-01-25T12:59:25.602-08:002012-01-25T12:59:25.602-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Yours Trulyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661474325758761940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-6163378423811889152012-01-24T21:49:57.975-08:002012-01-24T21:49:57.975-08:00I am not a hacker, sorry, I don&#39;t know anyone who can do that.<br />Wrong person :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-33672573400767103542012-01-24T21:48:40.284-08:002012-01-24T21:48:40.284-08:00I don&#39;t give a shit! Blame it on the thousands of readers that come to this blog on a daily basis.<br /><br />Yes I&#39;m speaking of someone related to this site hacking into my personal belongings online and reading my emails. I know who it was and some of you do too. You know who you are. Some of you are really underestimating me. You shouldn&#39;t.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-4348827652844950002012-01-24T21:41:57.420-08:002012-01-24T21:41:57.420-08:00not Iain ... <br />by the way, sorry Iain, some people don&#39;t have the courage to communicate with me by other ways and come here, they DO have other ways ....<br /><br />[they are just a little &#39;retarded&#39; but with good economy, you know?? danger danger]<br /><br />Sorry for that ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-87993745526158884212012-01-24T21:38:56.828-08:002012-01-24T21:38:56.828-08:00This blog gets several thousand unique visitors a day. Are you talking about one of them reading your email or the author of the blog?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-89066946326627266882012-01-24T21:37:29.923-08:002012-01-24T21:37:29.923-08:00I just check my mail, I don&#39;t know what you are talking about ... sorryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-12396406331761504542012-01-24T21:35:53.927-08:002012-01-24T21:35:53.927-08:00About looking at email and others property that isn&#39;t yours. Isn&#39;t that an invasion of privacy rights?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-42169143494791344072012-01-24T21:33:07.972-08:002012-01-24T21:33:07.972-08:00let&#39;s talk about e-mails?? :D yyyeaaahhhhAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-48794542830136555942012-01-24T21:21:48.185-08:002012-01-24T21:21:48.185-08:00We can talk about whatever you want. What about emails?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-16601472576345507232012-01-24T21:20:52.390-08:002012-01-24T21:20:52.390-08:00Oh yes, there is already a war there. I will be fighting it. I choose my battles wisely and this is one I won&#39;t dismay. Let&#39;s talk about emails shall we?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-80573347891267021212012-01-24T13:23:33.242-08:002012-01-24T13:23:33.242-08:00if you have any &#39;reclamation&#39; about my site, my posts, there is an e-mail address just on the right side, very clear .... so Mr. Courage, why don&#39;t you go and send me something nice huh? ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-88783308942690543582012-01-24T13:07:43.347-08:002012-01-24T13:07:43.347-08:00ggrrrrrraaauuuuu !!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-64866971919228747812012-01-24T12:45:50.488-08:002012-01-24T12:45:50.488-08:00L&#39;amour c&#39;est être stupide ensembleMELISSA Lnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-86153165191898740552012-01-24T12:07:32.914-08:002012-01-24T12:07:32.914-08:00it seems that my words are perceived as the cause or just the trigger, which equip you with the &#39;courage&#39; to release the toxins out of your system, in a safe environment. That&#39;s fine, ok.<br /><br />If you need an excuse to release your toxicity, here it is I give it to you. Only that, what comes out of your system is yours and no-one else&#39;s. <br /><br />And no matter if you think that I visit you in your dreams or while you are wide awake...I ignore your existence as you do mine. Don&#39;t reply to me as if we have been met. Talk about your things if you want and you have something to say.<br /><br />If you feel that my words provoke a war inside you, probably it is because the war is already there. <br /><br />So please don&#39;t treat my posts as something that serves the needs of the members of a therapy group.. <br /><br /><br /><br />n-neverlandAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-81972329754987378992012-01-23T20:22:04.087-08:002012-01-23T20:22:04.087-08:00By the way...wasn&#39;t it you that said you gave him a gift? One in which he shared with you and no one else? What reason do you give him not to set you aside in a decorated box collecting dust on a shelf anyhow? Your gifts are easy to come by...they are manufactured by the thousands. You have given them to many others. You were the one to decorate the boxes afterall. The least you could have done was be creative enough to make his an intricate one. Different than the others? Right?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-54627991335397383112012-01-23T15:33:04.215-08:002012-01-23T15:33:04.215-08:00The most valuable keepsake in our lives can&#39;t be placed in a box because she is a living and breathing being with a soul. A breath of life to be proud of. Go on feel proud! The most precious, valuable you have. Priceless. Which says a lot. <br /><br />You don&#39;t know what love is until you hold your own in your arms. How could you expect her to ever understand the way you feel? She can&#39;t, they won&#39;t. <br /><br />We&#39;ll see you in our dreams. We love and miss you very much! You are no one&#39;s slave. Especially not to love. Free willy. <br /><br />You are by far the smartest man I know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-9532678613858817672012-01-23T04:21:57.528-08:002012-01-23T04:21:57.528-08:00Stay hungry.<br />Stay foolish.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-91626684056219121692012-01-23T02:58:53.849-08:002012-01-23T02:58:53.849-08:00The stupid things make me smile.Irishttp://sheisiris.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-76692728424125892962012-01-22T18:10:46.393-08:002012-01-22T18:10:46.393-08:00it was stupid I loved you and I may still do, I don&#39;t wanna even know<br /><br />you wanted a buziness contract<br />a patch to fill your social status<br />a drug to lift you up<br /><br />and I am not for use <br />not for abuse<br />nor a drug, mental or not<br />nor a commodity<br /><br />I am free = I know love<br /><br />and yes it hurts that I can&#39;t share it, <br /><br />and yes it hurts the fact that you treated it as something you could buy at your local supermarket, put it in a package of your liking, decorate the box with colorful paper, and consume it when you need it<br /><br />....you don&#39;t know love, you deprive it of the very breath of life<br /><br />you have even enclosed life in a box<br /><br />you have gathered all sorts of boxes and valuable objects in your life, and you try to feel proud<br /><br />feel proud<br /><br />with your dead valuable objects and the collection of dusty boxes<br />go on feel so proud<br /><br /><br />love doesn&#39;t obey! it&#39;s not anyone&#39;s slave you stupid!<br /><br />Not even my slave, that&#39;s why I am still writing like an idiot about you.<br /><br />for the biggest idiot I know<br /><br />n-neverlandAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-89079558941976286402012-01-22T13:15:25.013-08:002012-01-22T13:15:25.013-08:00but even as they seep off my tongue, i&#39;m not embarrassed because you just laugh as your smile touches your eyes and your hand reaches for my face.FeverDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329675025889590516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-27992275184211850282012-01-22T12:07:49.444-08:002012-01-22T12:07:49.444-08:00I wantcha just the way you are. I&#39;m not stupid. &lt;3Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-45256612335354706372012-01-22T09:49:07.866-08:002012-01-22T09:49:07.866-08:00KISS!<br />(keep it simple, stupid)<br />xoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-40142214456901151002012-01-22T08:40:08.529-08:002012-01-22T08:40:08.529-08:00It&#39;s just me. I do it to myself, but I&#39;m ok with it now.zonedinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00724115674900988646noreply@blogger.com